Farewell Happy Fields, Where Joy Forever Dwells:

A Good Book Is The Precious Lifeblood Of A Master Spirit.

Was I Deceiv'd, Or Did A Sable Cloud Turn Forth Her Silver Lining On The Night?

Servant Of God, Well Done! Well Hast Thou Fought The Better Fight, Who Single Hast Maintain'd Against Revolted Multitudes The Cause Of Truth.

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

The Conquer'd, Also, And Enslaved By War, Shall, With Their Freedom Lost, All Virtue Lose.