His humble service is my hoped-for Heaven.
Nor shun I men’s despite & trampling sneer,
Nor heed their slander, nor the infamous fame
Of their blind censure; nay nor do I fear
Death’s last defilement: though I pass in shame,
Bright worlds His immortality proclaim.
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Fair is the leisure of life’s garden-ground:
Pleasant is friendship’s voice & mirth’s soft sound.
Sweet are the perfumed flowers; yea, yea, what bliss