Nobly To Scorn Thy Gilded Veil To Wear, Soft Simulation! - Wisely To Abstain From Fostering Envy'S Asps; - To Dash The Bane Far From Our Hearts, Which Hate, With Frown Severe, Extends For Those Who Wrong Us; - To Revere With Soul, Or Grateful, Or Resign'D, The Train Of Mercies, And Of Trials, Is To Gain A Quiet Conscience, Best Of Blessings Here! - Calm Conscience Is A Land-Encircled Bay, On Whose Smooth Surface Tempests Never Blow; Which Shall The Reflex Of Our Life Display Unstain'D By Crime, Tho' Gloom'D With Transient Woe; While The Bright Hopes Of Heaven'S Eternal Day Upon The Fair And Silent Waters Glow.