The Best Apology Against False Accusers Is

My Sentence Is For Open War.

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

For To Interpose A Little Ease, Let Our Frail Thoughts Dally With False Surmise.

Thus With The Year Seasons Return, But Not To Me Returns Day, Or The Sweet Approach Of Ev'n Or Morn, Or Sight Of Vernal Bloom, Or Summer's Rose, Or Flocks, Or Herds, Or Human Face Divine.

The Great Creator From His Work Returned Magnificent, His Six Days' Work, A World.