Reason Also Is Choice.

Death Grinn'd Horrible A Ghastly Smile, To Hear His Famine Should Be Fill'd.

Believe And Be Confirmed.

And On The Tree Of Life, The Middle Tree And Highest There That Grew, Sat Like A Cormorant.

Never Can True Reconcilement Grow Where Wounds Of Deadly Hate Have Pierced So Deep.

My Mansion Is, Where Those Immortal Shapes Of Bright Aerial Spirits Live Insphered In Regions Mild Of Calm And Serene Air, Above The Smoke And Stir Of This Dim Spot Which Men Call Earth.