The Pure Soul Shall Mount On Native

Christ's Crucifix Shall Be Made An Excuse For Executing Criminals.

Tools Were Made And Born Were Hands, Every Farmer Understands.

And Is He Honest Who Resists His Genius Or Conscience Only For The Sake Of Present Ease Or Gratification

He Who Loves His Enemies Betrays His Friends; This Surely Is Not What Jesus Meant.

He Loves To Sit And Hear Me Sing, Then, Laughing, Sports And Plays With Me; Then Stretches Out My Golden Wing, And Mocks My Loss Of Liberty.