O Dark, Dark, Dark, Amid

None Can Love Freedom Heartily, But Good Men; The Rest Love Not Freedom, But License.

Now Came Still Evening On, And Twilight Gray Had In Her Sober Livery All Things Clad; Silence Accompany'd; For Beast And Bird, They To Their Grassy Couch, These To Their Nests, Were Slunk, All But The Wakeful Nightingale; She All Night Long Her Amorous Descant Sung; Silence Was Pleas'd. Now Glow'd The Firmament With Living Sapphires; Hesperus, That Led The Starry Host, Rode Brightest, Till The Moon, Rising In Clouded Majesty, At Length Apparent Queen Unveil'd Her Peerless Light, And O'er The Dark Her Silver Mantle Threw.

A Good Principle Not Rightly Understood May Prove As Hurtful As A Bad.

For To Interpose A Little Ease, Let Our Frail Thoughts Dally With False Surmise.

The Sacred Influence Of Light Appears.