Beauty’s glad season welcome with their song,
As instinct governs they select their loves,
’Twas Love thy sparrows paired, and yoked thy doves.”
The conclusion is yet better.
Hail Beauty, Nature, or whate’er thy name,
Fair seed of Jove, immortal and the same,
Informing soul, pure spirit unconfined,
Pervading law, of matter and of mind,
Eternal Truth! whose universal light
Directs to happiness, and points the right!—