The Timely Dew Of Sleep Now Falling

Him That Yon Soars On Golden Wing, Guiding The Fiery-wheelèd Throne, The Cherub Contemplation.

The Never-ending Flight Of Future Days.

Yet Some There Be That By Due Steps Aspire To Lay Their Just Hands On That Golden Key That Opes The Palace Of Eternity.

Just Are The Ways Of God, And Justifiable To Men; Unless There Be Who Think Not God At All.

Thou Canst Not Touch The Freedom Of My Mind.