When The Stars Threw Down Their Spears,

I Will Not Cease From Mental Fight Nor Shall My Sword Sleep In My Hand.

To Mercy, Pity, Peace And Love All Pray In Their Distress, And To These Virtues Of Delight Return Their Thankfulness.

Auguries Of Innocence "the Emmet's Inch And Eagle's Mile Make Lame Philosophy To Smile. He Who Doubts From What He Sees Will Ne'er Believe, Do What You Please.

When Nations Grow Old The Arts Grow Cold And Commerce Settles On Every Tree

May God Us Keep From Single Vision And Newton's Sleep.