The Spirit Breathes Upon The Word And

And The Tear That Is Wiped With A Little Address, May Be Follow'd Perhaps By A Smile.

I Am Out Of Humanity's Reach.

Where Penury Is Felt The Thought Is Chain'd, And Sweet Colloquial Pleasures Are But Few.

Fanaticism, The False Fire Of An Overheated Mind.

Though Peace Be Made, Yet It's Interest That Keep Peace.