I Was All Ear, And Took In

Solitude Is Sometimes Best Society.

Hail Holy Light, Offspring Of Heav'n Firstborn!

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine: To Know No More Is Woman's Happiest Knowledge And Her Praise. With Thee Conversing I Forget All Time.

Truth Is Compared In Scripture To A Streaming Fountain; If Her Waters Flow Not In Perpetual Progression, They Sicken Into A Muddy Pool Of Conformity And Tradition.

Lords Are Lordliest In Their Wine.