A Limbo Large And Broad, Since Call'd

Thou Canst Not Touch The Freedom Of My Mind.

The Rising World Of Waters Dark And Deep.

Now Conscience Wakes Despair That Slumber'd,-wakes The Bitter Memory Of What He Was, What Is, And What Must Be Worse.

It Were A Journey Like The Path To Heaven, To Help You Find Them.

Thy Actions To Thy Words Accord; Thy Words To Thy Large Heart Give Utterance Due; Thy Heart; Contains Of Good, Wise, Just, The Perfect Shape.