The lessons of prudence have charms, And slighted, may lead to distress; But the man whom benevolence warms Is an angel who lives but to bless.

Strange to the world, he wore a bashful look, / The fields his study, Nature was his book.

Strange to the world, he wore a bashful look, The fields his study, Nature was his book.

Proud crested Fiend, the World's worst foe, Ambition, canst thou boast one deed, hence no unsightly horrors flow, Nor private peace is seen to bleed?

We see the exhibition as an important part of our Darwin bicentennial,

Build me a shrine, and I could kneel To rural Gods, or prostrate fall; Did I not see, did I not feel. That One Great Spirit governs all. O Heaven, permit that I may lie Where o'er my corse green branches wave; And those who from life's tumults fly With kindred feelings press my grave.

Love in a shower safe shelter took, In a rosy bower beside a brook, And winked and nodded with conscious pride, To his votaries drenched on the other side. Come hither, sweet maids, there's a bridge below, The toll-keeper, Hymen, will let you through. Come over the stream to me.