The perfect world, by Adam trod,
Was the first temple —built by God—
His fiat laid the corner stone,
And heaved its pillars, one by one.


Fugitive Poetry (ed. 1829)


The perfect world, by Adam trod, Was the first temple —built by God— His fiat laid the corner stone, And heaved its pillars, one by one.

The perfect world, by Adam trod, Was the first temple —built by God— His fiat laid the corner stone, And heaved its pillars, one by one.

The perfect world, by Adam trod, Was the first temple —built by God— His fiat laid the corner stone, And heaved its pillars, one by one.

The perfect world, by Adam trod, Was the first temple —built by God— His fiat laid the corner stone, And heaved its pillars, one by one.