What Are Ye Orbs? The Words Of

When Night Hath Set Her Silver Lamp High, Then Is The Time For Study.

Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From Hell.

Obey Thy Genius, For A Minister It Is Unto The Throne Of Fate. Draw To Thy Soul, And Centralize The Rays Which Are Around Of The Divinity.

We Love And Live In Power; It Is The Spirit's End. Mind Must Subdue; To Conquer Is Its Life.

Music Lives Within Thy Lips Like A Nightingale In Roses.