My Heart Contains Of Good, Wise, Just,

Evil On Itself Shall Back Recoil.

Of Man's First Disobedience, And The Fruit/of That Forbidden Tree, Whose Mortal Taste/brought Death Into The World, And All Our Woe,/with Loss Of Eden, Till One Greater Man/restore Us, And Regain The Blissful Seat,/sing Heavenly Muse

The Conquer'd, Also, And Enslaved By War, Shall, With Their Freedom Lost, All Virtue Lose.

Untwisting All The Chains That Tie The Hidden Soul Of Harmony.

The Martyrs Shook The Powers Of Darkness With The Irresistible Power Of Weakness.