Freely We Serve, Because Freely

And If By Prayer Incessant I Could Hope To Change The Will Of Him Who All Things Can, I Would Not Cease To Weary Him With My Assiduous Cries.

Come Knit Hands, And Beat The Ground In A Light Fantastic Round

Well Observe The Rule Of Not Too Much, By Temperance Taught In What Thou Eat'st And Drink'st.

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

Sweet Is The Breath Of Morn, Her Rising Sweet, With Charm Of Earliest Birds.