Anna Laetitia Barbauld

“ Love in their hart, persuasion in their tongue,
With words of peace shall charm the list’ning throng.
Draw the dread veil that wraps th’ eternal throne,
And launch our souls into the bright unknown. ”

“ But tell each land (while every toil they share,
Firm to sustain, and resolute to dare,)
Man is the nobler growth our realms supply,
And Souls are ripen’d in our northern sky.
Some pensive creep along the shelly shore,
Unfold the silky texture of a flower,
With sharpened eyes inspect an hornet’s sting,
And all the wonders of an insects wing. ”