And Add To These Retired Leisure, That

Midnight Shout And Revelry, Tipsy Dance And Jollity.

The Great Creator From His Work Returned Magnificent, His Six Days' Work, A World.

In Those Vernal Seasons Of The Year When The Air Is Calm And Pleasant, It Were An Injury And Sullenness Against Nature Not To Go Out And See Her Riches, And Partake In Her Rejoicing With Heaven And Earth.

Sable-vested Night, Eldest Of Things.

Nothing Profits More Than Self-esteem, Grounded On What Is Just And Right.