THE happiness that man, whilst prison'd here, br br Is wont with heavenly rapture to compare,-- br The harmony of Truth, from wavering clear,-- br br Of Friendship that is free from doubting care,-- br The light which in stray thoughts alone can cheer br br The wise,--the bard alone in visions fair,-- br In my best hours I found in her all this, br And made mine own, to mine exceeding bliss.