What Boots It At One Gate To

Into This Wild Abyss, The Womb Of Nature And Perhaps Her Grave.

He That Hath Light Within Their Own Breast, May Sit In The Centre And Enjoy Bright Day.

Death From Sin No Power Can Separate.

With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy Red, Love's Proper Hue.

From That High Mount Of God Whence Light And Shade Spring Both, The Face Of Brightest Heaven Had Changed To Grateful Twilight.