The Rising World Of Waters Dark And

If All The World Should In A Pet Of Temp'rance, Feed On Pulse, Drink The Clear Stream, And Nothing Wear But Frieze, Th' All-giver Would Be Unthank'd, Would Be Unprais'd.

Thou Canst Not Touch The Freedom Of My Mind.

Only This I Know, That One Celestial Father Gives To All.

Mutual Love, The Crown Of All Our Bliss.

Among Unequals What Society Can Sort, What Harmony, Or True Delight?