Abraham Moore

The lofty lucre of renown.

And Wealth, more bright with Virtue joined, Brings golden Opportunity.

Virtue’s achievement, Folly’s crime, Whate’er of guilt or good the past has known, Not e’en the Sire of all things, mighty Time, Hath power to change, or make the deed undone.

Her lakes are oceans, every stream a bay, Wide through her frame its branching artery throws: Her mountains kiss the moon: her sapient sway A beauteous belt hath wrought, whose ties enclose Tribes without end, realm after realm embraced In …