Behold The Groves That Shine

Remembrance And Reflection How Allied. What Thin Partitions Divides Sense From Thought.

O Peace! How Many Wars Were Waged In Thy Name.

See Plastic Nature Working To This End, The Single Atoms Each To Other Tend, Attract, Attracted To, The Next In Place Form'd And Impell'd Its Neighbor To Embrace.

Here Hills And Vales, The Woodland And The Plain Here Earth And Water Seem To Strive Again, Not Chaos-like Together Crushed And Bruised, But, As The World, Harmoniously Confused: Where Order In Variety We See, And Where, Though All Things Differ, All Agree.

Grave Authors Say, And Witty Poets Sing, That Honest Wedlock Is A Glorious Thing.