And Every Shepherd Tells His Tale Under

Anarchy Is The Sure Consequence Of Tyranny; For No Power That Is Not Limited By Laws Can Ever Be Protected By Them.

The Winds With Wonder Whist, Smoothly The Waters Kisst.

Smiles From Reason Flow, To Brute Deny'd, And Are Of Love The Food.

The Sun To Me Is Dark And Silent As The Moon, When She Deserts The Night Hid In Her Vacant Interlunar Cave.

God Has Set Labor And Rest, As Day And Night To Men Successive.