Wild Above Rule Or Art,

If The Will, Which In The Law Of Our Nature, Were Withdrawn From Our Memory, Fancy, Understanding, And Reason, No Other Hell Could Equal, For A Spiritual Being, What We Should Then Feel From The Anarchy Of Our Powers. It Would Be Conscious Madness,--a Horrid Thought!

A Beardless Cynic Is The Shame Of Nature.

Heaven, The Seat Of Bliss, Brooks Not The Works Of Violence And War.

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

This Is The Month, And This The Happy Morn, Wherein The Son Of Heaven's Eternal King, Of Wedded Maid And Virgin Mother Born, Our Great Redemption From Above Did Bring.