Man Hath His Daily Work Of Body

Back To Thy Punishment, False Fugitive, And To Thy Speed Add Wings.

The Angel Ended, And In Adam's Ear So Charming Left His Voice, That He Awhile Thought Him Still Speaking, Still Stood Fix'd To Hear.

Hail Universal Lord, Be Bounteous Still To Give Us Only Good; And If The Night Have Gathered Aught Of Evil Or Concealed, Disperse It, As Now Light Dispels The Dark.

Courage Never To Submit Of Yield.

What Hath Night To Do With Sleep?