And Add To These Retired

The Brazen Throat Of War.

Equally Inured By Moderation Either State To Bear, Prosperous Or Adverse.

Accuse Not Nature: She Hath Done Her Part; Do Thou But Thine.

How Often From The Steep Of Echoing Hill Or Thicket Have We Heard Celestial Voices To The Midnight Air, Sole, Or Responsive Each To Other's Note, Singing Their Great Creator?

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.