To Know That Which Lies Before Us

The Nodding Horror Of Whose Shady Brows Threats The Forlorn And Wandering Passenger.

The Childhood Shows The Man, As Morning Shows The Day.

Confusion Heard His Voice, And Wild Uproar Stood Ruled, Stood Vast Infinitude Confined; Till At His Second Bidding Darkness Fled, Light Shone, And Order From Disorder Sprung.

Hope Elevates, And Joy Brightens His Crest.

If We Think We Regulate Printing, Thereby To Rectify Manners, We Must Regulate All Regulations And Pastimes, All That Is Delightful To Man.