I Must Create A System,

There Can Be No Good Will. Will Is Always Evil; It Is Persecution To Others Or Selfishness.

How Have You Left The Ancient Love That Bards Of Old Enjoyed In You! The Languid Strings Do Scarcely Move! The Sound Is Forced, The Notes Are Few!

Error Is Created; Truth Is Eternal.

The Apple Tree Never Asks The Beech How He Shall Grow, Nor The Lion, The Horse, How He Shall Take His Prey.

The Moon, Like A Flower In Heaven's High Bower, With Silent Delight Sits And Smiles On The Night.