His Sleep Was Aery Light, From Pure

Smiles From Reason Flow, To Brute Deny'd, And Are Of Love The Food.

This Horror Will Grow Mild, This Darkness Light.

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

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

Give Me The Liberty To Know, To Utter, And To Argue Freely According To Conscience, Above All Liberties.