Nor From Hell One Step No More

Where All Life Dies Death Lives.

True It Is That Covetousness Is Rich, Modesty Starves.

Just Deeds Are The Best Answer To Injurious Words.

So Dear To Heaven Is Saintly Chastity, That, When A Soul Is Found Sincerely So, A Thousand Liveried Angels Lacky Her, Driving Far Off Each Thing Of Sin And Guilt.

How Often From The Steep Of Echoing Hill Or Thicket Have We Heard Celestial Voices To The Midnight Air, Sole, Or Responsive Each To Other's Note, Singing Their Great Creator?