Rocking on a lazy billow
With roaming eyes,
Cushioned on a dreamy pillow,
Thou art now wise.
Wake the power within thee slumbering,
Trim the plot that's in thy keeping,
Thou wilt bless the task when reaping
Sweet labour's prize.
Converse with men makes sharp the glittering wit,
But God to man doth speak in solitude.
Order is the law of all intelligible existence.
