How Can A Bird That Is Born

The Hours Of Folly Are Measured By The Clock; But Of Wisdom, No Clock Can Measure.

To Mercy, Pity, Peace And Love All Pray In Their Distress, And To These Virtues Of Delight Return Their Thankfulness.

The Lamb Misused Breeds Public Strife And Yet Forgives The Butcher's Knife.

I Turn My Eyes To The Schools & Universities Of Europe And There Behold The Loom Of Locke Whose Woof Rages Dire, Washed By The Water-wheels Of Newton. Black The Cloth In Heavy Wreaths Folds Over Every Nation; Cruel Works Of Many Wheels I View, Wheel Without Wheel, With Cogs Tyrannic Moving By Compulsion Each Other: Not As Those In Eden, Which Wheel Within Wheel In Freedom Revolve, In Harmony & Peace.

Silent As Despairing Love, And Strong As Jealousy.