Sweet Is The Breath Of Morn, Her

So Spake The Seraph Abdiel, Faithful Found; Among The Faithless, Faithful Only He.

But That From Us Aught Should Ascend To Heav'n So Prevalent As To Concern The Mind Of God, High-bless'd, Or To Incline His Will, Hard To Belief May Seem; Yet This Will Prayer.

Those Whom Reason Hath Equalled, Force Hath Made Supreme

Confidence Imparts A Wonderful Inspiration To The Possessor.

As Therefore The State Of Man Now Is, What Wisdom Can There Be To Choose, What Continence To Forbear, Without The Knowledge Of Good And Evil?