The Timely Dew Of Sleep Now Falling

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine: To Know No More Is Woman's Happiest Knowledge And Her Praise. With Thee Conversing I Forget All Time.

The Childhood Shows The Man As Morning Shows The Day. Be Famous Then By Wisdom; As Thy Empire Must Extend, So Let Extend Thy Mind O'er All The World.

From That High Mount Of God Whence Light And Shade Spring Both, The Face Of Brightest Heaven Had Changed To Grateful Twilight.

Let No Man Seek Henceforth To Be Foretold That Shall Befall Him Or His Children.

As In An Organ From One Blast Of Wind To Many A Row Of Pipes The Soundboard Breathes.