And These Gems Of Heav'n, Her Starry

Look Homeward, Angel, Now, And Melt With Ruth.

Earth Felt The Wound; And Nature From Her Seat, Sighing Through All Her Works, Gave Signs Of Woe That All Was Lost.

Joking Decides Great Things, Stronger And Better Oft Than Earnest Can.

If The Will, Which In The Law Of Our Nature, Were Withdrawn From Our Memory, Fancy, Understanding, And Reason, No Other Hell Could Equal, For A Spiritual Being, What We Should Then Feel From The Anarchy Of Our Powers. It Would Be Conscious Madness,--a Horrid Thought!

Now I See Peace To Corrupt No Less Than War To Waste.