Death Ready Stands To Interpose His Dart.

They Also Serve Who Only Stand And Wait.

True It Is That Covetousness Is Rich, Modesty Starves.

To Hear The Lark Begin His Flight, And Singing Startle The Dull Night, From His Watch-tower In The Skies, Till The Dappled Dawn Doth Rise.

Confusion Heard His Voice, And Wild Uproar Stood Ruled, Stood Vast Infinitude Confined; Till At His Second Bidding Darkness Fled, Light Shone, And Order From Disorder Sprung.

Yet From Those Flames No Light, But Rather Darkness Visible.