God Made Thee Perfect, Not Immutable.

Loneliness Is The First Thing Which God's Eye Named Not Good.

And The Jocund Rebecks Sound To Many A Youth, And Many A Maid, Dancing In The Checkered Shade. And Young And Old Come Forth To Play On A Sunshine Holiday.

Praise From An Enemy Smells Of Craft.

The Angel Ended, And In Adam's Ear So Charming Left His Voice, That He Awhile Thought Him Still Speaking, Still Stood Fix'd To Hear.

Fear Of Change Perplexes Monarchs.