James Thomson

But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the East.

Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot.

For loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorned adorned the most.

Sighed and looked unutterable things.

When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain: Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves.

An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labour, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven!

See, Winter comes to rule the varied world, Sullen and sad.

There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead.

A little round, fat, oily man of God.

Among the changing months, May stands confest The sweetest, and in fairest colors dressed.