Our Reason Is Our Law.

Hide Me From Day's Garish Eye.

How Sweetly Did They Float Upon The Wings Of Silence Through The Empty-vaulted Night, At Every Fall Smoothing The Raven Down Of Darkness Till It Smiled!

From Restless Thoughts, That, Like A Deadly Swarm Of Hornets Arm'd, No Sooner Found Alone, But Rush Upon Me Thronging.

Rich And Various Gems Inlay The Unadorned Bosom Of The Deep.

No Man Who Knows Aught, Can Be So Stupid To Deny That All Men Naturally Were Born Free.