The Mountain Nymph, Sweet Liberty.

To-morrow To Fresh Woods, And Pastures New.

They Who Have Put Out The People's Eyes Reproach Them Of Their Blindness.

Loneliness Is The First Thing Which God's Eye Named Not Good.

But Peaceful Was The Night Wherein The Prince Of Light His Reign Of Peace Upon The Earth Began.

Haste Thee, Nymph, And Bring With Thee Jest, And Youthful Jollity, Quips, And Cranks, And Wanton Wiles, Nods, And Becks, And Wreathed Smiles, Such As Hang On Hebe's Cheek, And Love To Live In Dimple Sleek; Sport That Wrinkled Care Derides, And Laughter Holding Both His Sides.