His books, his walks, his musing, morn and eve,
Gave such impressions as such minds receive;
And with his moral and religious views
Wove the wild fancies of an Infant-Muse,
Inspiring thoughts that he could not express,
[Obscure-sublime]! his secret happiness.
Oft would he strive for words, and oft begin 170
To frame in verse the views he had within;
But ever fail’d: for how can words explain
The unform’d ideas of a teeming brain?