The meek-ey'd Morn appears, mother of dews."
Sigh'd and look'd unutterable things.
"Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,To teach the young idea how to shoot."
"These as they change, Almighty Father! theseAre but the varied God. The rolling yearIs full of Thee."
"Base Envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach."