The First And Wisest Of Them All

So Much I Feel My Genial Spirits Droop, My Hopes All Flat, Nature Within Me Seems In Her Functions Weary Of Herself.

Hail, Wedded Love, Mysterious Law; True Source Of Human Happiness.

O Welcome Pure-eyed Faith, White Handed Hope, Thou Hovering Angel Girt With Golden Wings.

To Be Weak Is Miserable, Doing Or Suffering.

Untwisting All The Chains That Tie The Hidden Soul Of Harmony.