Edward Young

Give me, indulgent gods! with mind serene,
And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene;
No splendid read more

Give me, indulgent gods! with mind serene,
And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene;
No splendid poverty, no smiling care,
No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there.

He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one;
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.

He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one;
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.

A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

We nothing know, but what is marvellous;
Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.

We nothing know, but what is marvellous;
Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.

Amid my list of blessings infinite,
Stands this the foremost, "That my heart has bled."

Amid my list of blessings infinite,
Stands this the foremost, "That my heart has bled."