To-morrow To Fresh Woods, And Pastures New.

But God Himself Is Truth; In Propagating Which, As Men Display A Greater Integrity And Zeal, They Approach Nearer To The Similitude Of God, And Possess A Greater Portion Of His Love.

Yet Beauty, Though Injurious, Hath Strange Power, After Offence Returning, To Regain Love Once Possess'd.

Retiring From The Popular Noise, I Seek This Unfrequented Place To Find Some Ease.

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

To Overcome In Battle, And Subdue Nations, And Bring Home Spoils With Infinite Man-slaughter, Shall Be Held The Highest Pitch Of Human Glory.