Peace Hath Her Victories, No

Immortal Amarant, A Flower Which Once In Paradise, Fast By The Tree Of Life, Began To Bloom; But Soon For Man's Offence To Heaven Removed, Where First It Grew, There Grows, And Flowers Aloft, Shading The Fount Of Life, And Where The River Of Bliss Through Midst Of Heaven Rolls O'er Elysian Flowers Her Amber Stream: With These That Never Fade The Spirits Elect Bind Their Resplendent Locks.

The Conquer'd, Also, And Enslaved By War, Shall, With Their Freedom Lost, All Virtue Lose.

Spirits When They Please Can Either Sex Assume, Or Both.

So He With Difficulty And Labour Hard Mov'd On, With Difficulty And Labour He.

Knowledge Cannot Defile, Nor Consequently The Books, If The Will And Conscience Be Not Defiled.