There Is A Place Where

He Who Kisses Joy As It Flies By Will Live In Eternity's Sunrise.

The Lust Of The Goat Is The Bounty Of God.

My Brother Starv'd Between Two Walls,his Children's Cry My Soul Appalls

I Turn My Eyes To The Schools & Universities Of Europe And There Behold The Loom Of Locke Whose Woof Rages Dire, Washed By The Water-wheels Of Newton. Black The Cloth In Heavy Wreaths Folds Over Every Nation; Cruel Works Of Many Wheels I View, Wheel Without Wheel, With Cogs Tyrannic Moving By Compulsion Each Other: Not As Those In Eden, Which Wheel Within Wheel In Freedom Revolve, In Harmony & Peace.

The Stars Are Threshed, And The Souls Are Threshed From Their Husks.