The Pious And Just Honoring

Heaven Open'd Wide Her Ever During Gates, Harmonious Sound, On Golden Hinges Moving.

The Teachers Of Our Law, And To Propose What Might Improve My Knowledge Or Their Own.

Our Reason Is Our Law.

Seasoned Life Of Man Preserved And Stored Up In Books.

How Sweetly Did They Float Upon The Wings Of Silence Through The Empty-vaulted Night, At Every Fall Smoothing The Raven Down Of Darkness Till It Smiled!