Eloquence The Soul, Song Charms The Senses.

Hail Holy Light, Offspring Of Heav'n Firstborn!

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

Wild Above Rule Or Art, Enormous Bliss.

From Restless Thoughts, That, Like A Deadly Swarm Of Hornets Arm'd, No Sooner Found Alone, But Rush Upon Me Thronging.

Midnight Shout And Revelry, Tipsy Dance And Jollity.