There's A New Tribunal Now Higher Than

Believeth With The Life, The Pain Shall Stop.

Hand Grasps At Hand, Eye Lights Eye In Good Friendship, And Great Hearts Expand And Grow One In The Sense Of This World's Life.

The Devil, That Old Stager, Who Leads Downward, Perhaps, But Fiddles All The Way!

All Poetry Is Difficult To Read - The Sense Of It Anyhow.

Though Rome's Gross Yoke Drops Off, No More To Be Endured, Her Teaching Is Not So Obscured By Errors And Perversities, That No Truth Shines Athwart The Lies.