I Beheld The Wretch-the Miserable Monster Whom

My Spirit Will Sleep In Peace; Or If It Thinks, It Will Not Surely Think Thus. Farewell.

Every Where I See Bliss, From Which I Alone Am Irrevocably Excluded.

Man," I Cried, "how Ignorant Art Thou In Thy Pride Of Wisdom!

The Fallen Angel Becomes A Malignant Devil. Yet Even That Enemy Of God And Man Had Friends And Associates In His Desolation; I Am Alone.

He Is Dead Who Called Me Into Being, And When I Shall Be No More The Very Remembrance Of Us Both Will Speedily Vanish.