Thus I Set My Printless Feet O'er

Infinity Is A Dark Illimitable Ocean, Without Bound.

What In Me Is Dark Illumine, What Is Low Raise And Support, That To The Height Of This Great Argument I May Assert Eternal Providence, And Justify The Ways Of God To Men. 1 Paradise Lost. Book I. Line 22.

Death Ready Stands To Interpose His Dart.

This Horror Will Grow Mild, This Darkness Light.

And Sing To Those That Hold The Vital Shears; And Turn The Adamantine Spindle Round, On Which The Fate Of Gods And Men Is Wound.