Thus the mental vagrants roam

But when thou with sober mien,

Deign’st to bless this wayward scene,

Like Aurora shining clear

O’er the mental hemisphere;

Who but hears a soothing strain

Warbling “Heaven’s ways are plain!”

Who but hears the charmer say,

“These obscure the living ray:——

“Self-love, the foulest fiend of night