Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomd caves of ocean bear; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.1
Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his countrys blood.
The applause of listning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty oer a smiling land, And read their history in a nations eyes.
Far from the madding crowds ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learnd to stray; Along the cool sequesterd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.2
For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being eer resignd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingring look behind?