Rather Than Be Less Car'd Not To

Luck Is The Residue Of Design.

Innumerable As The Stars Of Night, Or Stars Of Morning, Dewdrops Which The Sun Impearls On Every Leaf And Every Flower.

Untwisting All The Chains That Tie The Hidden Soul Of Harmony.

Virtue, Which Breaks Through Opposition And All Temptation Can Remove, Most Shines, And Most Is Acceptable Above.

Heaven Open'd Wide Her Ever During Gates, Harmonious Sound, On Golden Hinges Moving.