By Night The Glass Of Galileo ...

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

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

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine.

He Alone Is Worthy Of The Appellation Who Either Does Great Things, Or Teaches How They May Be Done, Or Describes Them With A Suitable Majesty When They Have Been Done; But Those Only Are Great Things Which Tend To Render Life More Happy, Which Increase The Innocent Enjoyments And Comforts Of Existence, Or Which Pave The Way To A State Of Future Bliss More Permanent And More Pure.

Now Morn, Her Rosy Steps In Th' Eastern Clime Advancing, Sow'd The Earth With Orient Pearl, When Adam Wak'd, So Custom'd; For His Sleep Was Aery Light, From Pure Digestion Bred.