Opinion In Good Men Is But Knowledge

The Love-lorn Nightingale Nightly To Thee Her Sad Song Mourneth Well.

Let Us Descend Now Therefore From This Top Of Speculation.

Who, As They Sung, Would Take The Prison'd Soul And Lap It In Elysium.

For God Will Deign To Visit Oft The Dwellings Of Just Men -- Delighted, And With Frequent Intercourse -- Thither Will Send His Winged Messengers On Errants Of Supernal Grace.

Death Ready Stands To Interpose His Dart.