A snow of blossoms and a wild of flowers

Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed A fairer spirit or more welcome shade.

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.

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

Prevent the rising sun.

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.