What Boots It At One Gate To

Quips And Cranks And Wanton Wiles, Nods And Becks And Wreathèd Smiles.

Hate Is Of All Things The Mightiest Divider, Nay, Is Division Itself. To Couple Hatred, Therefore, Though Wedlock Try All Her Golden Links, And Borrow To Tier Aid All The Iron Manacles And Fetters Of Law, It Does But Seek To Twist A Rope Of Sand.

As In An Organ From One Blast Of Wind To Many A Row Of Pipes The Soundboard Breathes.

The World Was All Before Them, Where To Choose Their Place Of Rest, And Providence Their Guide: They Hand In Hand, With Wandering Steps And Slow, Through Eden Took Their Solitary Way.

So Spake The Seraph Abdiel, Faithful Found; Among The Faithless, Faithful Only He.