What Seest Thou Else In The Dark

Suspicion Always Haunts The Guilty Mind.

My Salad Days, When I Was Green In Judgment.

Weariness Can Snore Upon The Flint When Resting Sloth Finds The Down Pillow Hard.

God Is Our Fortress, In Whose Conquering Name Let Us Resolve To Scale Their Flinty Bulwarks.

Come The Three Corners Of The World In Arms, And We Shall Shock Them.