"O! how sublime this tract, for man design'd!
" Vast the perceptions of his rapid mind!
"Strongly to earth his young affections cling,
" While Fancy waves her bright and various wing;
"But soon each hope of earthly bliss is cross'd,
" Nipt in the bud, or in possession lost;
"Blushing, our empty wishes we survey,
" When we our passions with their motives weigh.