5. “They all shall bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear.”
6. Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The reaper came that day;
’Twas an angel visited the earth,
And took the flowers away.
LXXVII.—DIALOGUE WITH THE GOUT.
FRANKLIN.