To watch the storms, and hear the sky Give all our almanacks the lie; To shake with cold, and see the plains In autumn drown'd with wintry rains; 'Tis thus I spend my moments here,...
O Friendship! cordial of the human breast! So little felt, so fervently profess'd! Thy blossoms deck our unsuspecting years; The promise of delicious fruit appears: We hug the hopes of constancy and truth,...
Ere God had built the mountains, Or raised the fruitful hills; Before he fill'd the fountains That feed the running rills; In me, from everlasting, The wonderful I AM,...