Reader! if thou wouldst know the genuine worth Of the rich treasures that await thee here, Thou first must have thy mental eye and ear Anointed, and unseal'd; must know the birth Of better feelings than belong to earth, And breathe in thought's sublimer atmosphere: Be such thy mood, and thou wilt find no dearth Of pure delight, thy heart may long hold dear. But if thou art a worldling, and hast never Felt joys and sorrows, which are not of time, But born of feelings that must be for ever! Betake thee to some more amusing rhyme, Which has no shadowy clouds for light to sever, Nor holds high colloquy with thoughts sublime!
