Our Cure, To Be No More; Sad

Was I Deceiv'd, Or Did A Sable Cloud Turn Forth Her Silver Lining On The Night?

Can Any Mortal Mixture Of Earth's Mould Breathe Such Divine Enchanting Ravishment?

Freely We Serve, Because Freely We Love.

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine.

Fairest Of Stars, Last In The Train Of Night, If Better Thou Belong Not To The Dawn.