Infinity Is A Dark Illimitable Ocean, Without

Sweet Intercourse Of Looks And Smiles; For Smiles From Reason Flow.

Truth Is Compared In Scripture To A Streaming Fountain; If Her Waters Flow Not In Perpetual Progression, They Sicken Into A Muddy Pool Of Conformity And Tradition.

Flowers Of All Hue, And Without Thorn The Rose.

Hail Holy Light, Offspring Of Heav'n Firstborn!

God Has Set Labor And Rest, As Day And Night To Men Successive.