For Men To Tell How Human Life

Methinks I See In My Mind A Noble And Puissant Nation Rousing Herself Like A Strong Man After Sleep, And Shaking Her Invincible Locks; Methinks I See Her As An Eagle Mewing Her Mighty Youth, And Kindling Her Undazzled Eyes At The Full Midday Beam.

Heaven, The Seat Of Bliss, Brooks Not The Works Of Violence And War.

Nor From Hell One Step No More Than From Himself Can Fly By Change Of Place.

So Little Knows Any, But God Alone, But Perverts Best Things To Worst Abuse, Or To Their Meanest Use.

The Timely Dew Of Sleep.