And Looks Commercing With The Skies, Thy

Zeal And Duty Are Not Slow But On Occasion's Forelock Watchful Wait.

The Never-ending Flight Of Future Days.

This Is Servitude, To Serve The Unwise.

But That From Us Aught Should Ascend To Heav'n So Prevalent As To Concern The Mind Of God, High-bless'd, Or To Incline His Will, Hard To Belief May Seem; Yet This Will Prayer.

Untwisting All The Chains That Tie The Hidden Soul Of Harmony.