The Timely Dew Of Sleep.

This Horror Will Grow Mild, This Darkness Light.

Our Two First Parents, Yet The Only Two Of Mankind, In The Happy Garden Placed, Reaping Immortal Fruits Of Joy And Love, Uninterrupted Joy, Unrivalled Love In Blissful Solitude.

Nor From Hell One Step No More Than From Himself Can Fly By Change Of Place.

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

What Reinforcement We May Gain From Hope; If Not, What Resolution From Despair.