I read his awful name, emblazon'd high With golden letters on th' illumin'd sky. - Anna Laetitia Barbauld

Flowers, the sole luxury which nature knew,
In Eden's pure and guiltless garden grew.[…]
Gay without toil, and lovely without art,
They spring to cheer the sense, and glad the heart.

Life! we've been long together,
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
'Tis hard to part when friends are dear,;br>Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear;
Then steal away, give little warning,
Choose thine own time;
Say not Good night, but in some brighter clime
Bid me Good morning.

Man is the nobler growth our realms supply,
And souls are ripen'd in our northern sky.