Placed on this isthmus of a middle state.

Curse on all laws but those which love has made.

Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.

Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.

How vast a memory has Love!