O, For An Engine, To Keep Back

It Is Virtue That Gives Glory; That Will Endenizen A Man Everywhere.

Who Falls For Love Of God, Shall Rise A Star.

It Strikes! One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six. Enough, Enough, Dear Watch, Thy Pulse Hath Beat Enough. Now Sleep And Rest; Would Thou Could'st Make The Time To Do So Too; I'll Wind Thee Up No More.

Ambition, Like A Torrent, Never Looks Back.

Nor For My Peace Will I Go Far, As Wanderers Do, That Still Do Roam, But Make My Strengths, Such As They Are, Here In My Bosom, And At Home.