From His Lips/not Words Alone Pleased Her.

God Has Set Labor And Rest, As Day And Night To Men Successive.

In Dim Eclipse, Disastrous Twilight Sheds On Half The Nations, And With Fear Of Change Perplexes Monarchs.

Now The Bright Morning-star, Day's Harbinger, Comes Dancing From The East.

New Presbyter Is But Old Priest Writ Large.

And Storied Windows Richly Dight, Casting A Dim Religious Light. There Let The Pealing Organ Blow, To The Full-voiced Choir Below, In Service High, And Anthems Clear As May, With Sweetness, Through Mine Ear Dissolve Me Into Ecstasies, And Bring All Heaven Before Mine Eyes.