On The Tawny Sands And Shelves Trip

In Vain Doth Valour Bleed, While Avarice And Rapine Share The Land.

Hail, Holy Light! Offspring Of Heaven Firstborn! Or Of Th' Eternal Co-eternal Beam, May I Express Thee Unblam'd? Since God Is Light And Never But In Unapproached Light Dwelt From Eternity, Dwelt Then In Thee, Bright Effluence Of Bright Essence Increate!

Of Calling Shapes, And Beck'ning Shadows Dire, And Airy Tongues That Syllable Men's Names.

Consider First, That Great Or Bright Infers Not Excellence.

Goodness Thinks No Ill Where No Ill Seems.