No Date Prefixed Directs Me In The

Into This Wild Abyss, The Womb Of Nature And Perhaps Her Grave.

If This Fail, The Pillar'd Firmament Is Rottenness, And Earth's Base Built On Stubble.

Dark With Excessive Bright.

God Is Decreeing To Begin Some Newand Great Period In His Church, Even To The Reforming Of Reformation Itself. What Does He Then But Reveal Himself To His Servants, And As His Manner Is, First To His Englishmen?

But Peaceful Was The Night Wherein The Prince Of Light His Reign Of Peace Upon The Earth Began.