William Cowper

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,
Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,
Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.

Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head,
And learning wiser grow without his read more

Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head,
And learning wiser grow without his books.

He would not, with a peremptory tone,
Assert the nose upon his face his own.

He would not, with a peremptory tone,
Assert the nose upon his face his own.

A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.

A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.

Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression read more

Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more!