I Sat Me Down To Watch Upon

Lifted Up So High I Disdained Subjection, And Thought One Step Higher Would Set Me Highest.

I On The Other Side Us'd No Ambition To Commend My Deeds; The Deeds Themselves, Though Mute, Spoke Loud The Doer.

Leaves Have Their Time To Fall, And Flowers To Wither At The North - Wind's Breath, And Stars To Set; But All, Thou Hast All Seasons For Thine Own, O Death!

How Oft, In Nations Gone Corrupt, And By Their Own Devices Brought Down To Servitude, That Man Chooses Bondage Before Liberty. Bondage With Ease Before Strenuous Liberty.

Ah, Why Should All Mankind For One Man's Fault, Be Condemned, If Guiltless?