Mercy Otis Warren

“ And death throws ope eternity's broad verge;
When conscience whispers, thy probation's o'er,
Or her soft voice may loud as thunder roar;
With what amaze you'll find the christian scheme
Is not the product of a brain sick dream. ”

“ To scale the stars, and soar from pole to pole.
But as the clearest hemisphere displays
The wandering star, amidst the radiant blaze,
Of orb o'er orb, that aids the nightly dance,
Of planets rolling through the broad expanse;
Some visionary souls have lost their way,
Eccentric wandering 'mid the noon tide ray. ”

“ She reign'd resplendent o'er the human mind,
With brow worn science, hand in hand combin'd,
To prove the powers of the active soul,
That mounts from earth to nature's farthest pole;
'Till Anglia boasts the birth of Locke and Boyle,
And Newton's name adorn'd Britannia's isle ”