Ill News Is Wing'd With Fate, And

My Hands Are Guilty, But My Heart Is Free.

To Draw True Beauty Shows A Master's Hand.

He Who Proposes To Be An Author Should First Be A Student.

I Am As Free As Nature First Made Man, Ere The Base Laws Of Servitude Began, When Wild In Woods The Noble Savage Ran.

As When The Dove Returning Bore The Mark Of Earth Restored To The Long Labouring Ark; The Relics Of Mankind, Secure At Rest, Oped Every Window To Receive The Guest, And The Fair Bearer Of The Message Bless'd.