And reason’s laws alone control.

Let others, lost in sloth forego

The joys thy early hours bestow:

Thy zephyrs far more sweets dispense,

Than Somnus yield to drowsy sense!

Mild as the beams of radiance shine,

May piety my powers refine:

Pure as the mimic pearls, that spread

Their liquid beauties o’er the mead:

And like yon rising orb of day,