God, The Best Maker Of

Hate Pollutes The Mind.

But Thou, Contracted To Thine Own Bright Eyes, Feed'st Thy Light's Flame With Self-substantial Fuel, Making A Famine Where Abundance Lies, Thyself Thy Foe, To Thy Sweet Self Too Cruel.

Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass, But Still Remember What The Lord Hath Done.

She Lov'd Me For The Dangers I Had Pass'd, And I Lov'd Her That She Did Pity Them

And Thence From Athens Turn Away Our Eyes To Seek New Friends And Stranger Companies.