I On The Other Side Us'd No

To-morrow To Fresh Woods, And Pastures New.

Eye Me, Blest Providence, And Square My Trial To My Proportion'd Strength.

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements, These Piercing Fires As Soft As Now Severe, Our Temper Changed Into Their Temper.

See Golden Days, Fruitful Of Golden Deeds, With Joy And Love Triumphing.

He That Has Light Within His Own Clear Breast May Sit In The Centre, And Enjoy Bright Day: But He That Hides A Dark Soul And Foul Thoughts Benighted Walks Under The Mid-day Sun; Himself His Own Dungeon.