Yearns after all the joys of social life,
And softens with the love of human kind.
[FANCY EMPLOYED ON DIVINE SUBJECTS.]
The truant Fancy was a wanderer ever,
A lone enthusiast maid. She loves to walk
In the bright visions of empyreal light,
By the green pastures, and the fragrant meads,
Where the perpetual flowers of Eden blow;
By crystal streams, and by the living waters,