Where No Hope Is Left, Is Left

No Man Who Knows Aught, Can Be So Stupid To Deny That All Men Naturally Were Born Free.

To Adore The Conqueror, Who Now Beholds Cherub And Seraph Rolling In The Flood.

Immediate Are The Acts Of God, More Swift Than Time Or Motion.

Evil Into The Mind Of God Or Man May Come And Go, So Unapproved, And Leave No Spot Or Blame Behind.

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