The Low'ring Element Scowls O'er The Darken'd

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

God Has Set Labor And Rest, As Day And Night To Men Successive.

Our State Cannot Be Severed, We Are One, One Flesh; To Lose Thee Were To Lose Myself.

The Debt Immense Of Endless Gratitude, So Burthensome, Still Paying, Still To Owe; Forgetful What From Him I Still Receivd, And Understood Not That A Grateful Mind By Owing Owes Not, But Still Pays, At Once Indebted And Dischargd; What Burden Then?

From Morn To Noon He Fell, From Noon To Dewy Eve,- A Summer's Day; And With The Setting Sun Dropp'd From The Zenith Like A Falling Star.