REVOLUTION.
Ah! wondrous happy rounding universe
Where suns and moons alike as tears e’er mould
Themselves to beauteous circles! He that rolled
The planets, curved their paths; though seas immerse
Both shattered ship and shell, naught shall escape
Th’ inevitable wheel that must restore
The seeming lost. The potent buried lore
Of saint and sage revives to melt and shape
Our thoughts to comeliness, and souls that leave