Did You Think The Lion Was Sleeping

Fate Hath No Voice But The Heart's Impulse.

To Be Man's Tender Mate Was Woman Born, And In Obeying Nature She Best Serves The Purposes Of Heaven.

I Know That We Often Tremble At An Empty Terror; Yet The False Fancy Brings A Real Misery.

Time Flies On Restless Pinions - Constant Never.

The Empire Of Saturnus Is Gone By; Lord Of The Secret Birth Of Things Is He; Within The Lap Of Earth, And In The Depths Of The Imagination Dominates; And His Are All Things That Eschew The Light. The Time Is O'er Of Brooding And Contrivance, For Jupiter, The Lustrous, Lordeth Now, And The Dark Work, Complete Of Preparation, He Draws By Force Into The Realm Of Light. Now Must We Hasten On To Action, Ere The Scheme, And Most Auspicious Positure Parts O'er My Head, And Takes Once More Its Flight, For The Heavens Journey Still, And Adjourn Not.