We Have No Hope And Yet We

O Conscience, Upright And Stainless, How Bitter A Sting To Thee Is A Little Fault!

To Run Over Better Waters The Little Vessel Of My Genius Now Hoists Her Sails, As She Leaves Behind Her A Sea So Cruel.

Remember Tonight... For It Is The Beginning Of Always.

The Greatest Gift That God In His Bounty Made In Creation, And The Most Conformable To His Goodness, And That Which He Prizes The Most, Was The Freedom Of Will, With Which The Creatures With Intelligence, They All And They Alone, Were And Are Endowed.

For She Doth Make My Veins And Pulses Tremble.