And Every Shepherd Tells His Tale Under

This Horror Will Grow Mild, This Darkness Light.

With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy Red, Love's Proper Hue.

Death Ready Stands To Interpose His Dart.

Let None Henceforth Seek Needless Cause To Approve The Faith They Owe; When Earnestly They Seek Such Proof, Conclude, They Then Begin To Fail.

Tower'd Cities Please Us Then, And The Busy Hum Of Men.