Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed

A snow of blossoms and a wild of flowers.

There patient show'd us the wise course to steer, A candid censor, and a friend severe; There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.

Prevent the rising sun.

Fight virtue's cause, stand up in wit's defence, Win us from vice, and laugh us into sense.

Just men, by whom impartial laws were given; And saints who taught and led the way to heaven.

The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid.