Thy Liquid Notes That Close The Eye

These Are Thy Glorious Works Parent Of Good, Almighty, Thine This Universal Frame, Thus Wondrous Fair; Thy Self How Wondrous Then! Unspeakable, Who Sitst Above These Heavens To Us Invisible Or Dimly Seen In These Thy Lowest Works, Yet These Declare Thy Goodness Beyond Thought, And Power Divine: Speak Ye Who Best Can Tell, Ye Sons Of Light, Angels, For Ye Behold Him, And With Songs And Choral Symphonies, Day Without Night, Circle His Throne Rejoicing, Ye In Heav'n, On Earth Join All Ye Creatures To Extoll Him First, Him Last, Him Midst, And Without End.

Thoughts That Voluntary Move Harmonious Numbers.

Confidence Imparts A Wonderful Inspiration To The Possessor.

Back To Thy Punishment, False Fugitive, And To Thy Speed Add Wings.

A Boundless Continent, Dark, Waste, And Wild, Under The Frown Of Night Starless Expos'd.