A winter's zephyr trembling on the snow,
Chill'd as it moves; or as the northern rays,
First fading in the centre, whence they flow:—
To live in forests mingled with the whole
Of natural forms, whose generations rise
In lovely change, in happy order roll
On land, in ocean, in the glittering skies:—
Their harmony to trace—The Eternal Cause
To know in love, in reverence to adore—
To bend beneath the inevitable law,