Death To Life Is Crown Or Shame.

And On The Tree Of Life, The Middle Tree And Highest There That Grew, Sat Like A Cormorant.

Hard Are The Ways Of Truth, And Rough To Walk.

A Crown Golden In Show, Is But A Wreath Of Thorns, Bring Dangers, Troubles, Cares, And Sleepless Nights To Him Who Wears The Regal Diadem

For No Falsehood Can Endure Touch Of Celestial Temper.

Anon Out Of The Earth A Fabric Huge Rose, Like An Exhalation.