And Live Like Nature's Bastards, Not Her

Law Can Discover Sin, But Not Remove, Save By Those Shadowy Expiations Weak.

Goodness Thinks No Ill Where No Ill Seems.

He 's Gone, And Who Knows How He May Report Thy Words By Adding Fuel To The Flame?

More Safe I Sing With Mortal Voice, Unchang'd To Hoarse Or Mute, Though Fall'n On Evil Days, On Evil Days Though Fall'n, And Evil Tongues.

Calm Of Mind, All Passion Spent.