Sun, moon, and stars for her benefit made,
Bright as a blossom and gay as a bird,
Earth at her feet like a pleasure-ground laid;
All things about her benignant and fair—
Was she of Adam an actual part?
Love shining over her everywhere—
Had he no trouble in winning her heart?
Born with a mind even Kant must admit
Had no antecedents for doubt or regret,
Only white paper where nothing is writ,