For What Is Glory But The Blaze

The Rising World Of Waters Dark And Deep.

The Sacred Influence Of Light Appears.

Fame Is The Spur That The Clear Spirit Doth Raise. That Last Infirmity Of Noble Mind. To Scorn Delights, And Live Laborious Days.

And Now Without Redemption All Mankind Must Have Been Lost, Adjudged To Death And Hell By Doom Severe.

Among Unequals What Society Can Sort, What Harmony, Or True Delight?