Herbs, And Other Country Messes, Which The

Suffering For Truth's Sake Is Fortitude To Highest Victory, And To The Faithful Death The Gate Of Life.

To-morrow To Fresh Woods, And Pastures New.

With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy Red, Love's Proper Hue.

Nor Turned I Ween Adam From His Fair Spouse, Nor Eve The Rites Mysterious Of Connubial Love Refused: Whatever Hypocrites Austerely Talk Of Purity And Place And Innocence, Defaming As Impure What God Declares Pure, And Commands To Some, Leaves Free To All.

By Night The Glass Of Galileo ... Observes Imagin'd Land And Regions In The Moon.