Heaven, The Seat Of Bliss, Brooks Not

A Shout That Tore Hell's Concave, And Beyond / Frightened The Reign Of Chaos And Old Night.

So Spake The Seraph Abdiel, Faithful Found; Among The Faithless, Faithful Only He.

Midnight Shout And Revelry, Tipsy Dance And Jollity.

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.

Let Not England Forget Her Precedence Of Teaching Nations How To Live.