But to the stigma’s tip their dust convey;
Then by thyself, from prying glance secure,
Twirl the full tip and make your purpose sure;
A long-abiding race the deed shall pay,
Nor one unblest abortion pine away.”
T’admire their Mend’s discourse our swains agree,
And call it science and philosophy.
“’Tis good, ’tis pleasant, through th’ advancing year,
To see unnumbered growing forms appear;
What leafy-life from Earth’s broad bosom rise!