A Sight To Dream Of,

Thou Rising Sun! Thou Blue Rejoicing Sky! Yea! Every Thing That Is And Will Be Free! Bear Witness For Me, Whereso'er Ye Be, With What Deep Worship I Have Still Adored The Spirit Of Divinest Liberty.

Dryden 's Genius Was Of That Sort Which Catches Fire By Its Own Motion; His Chariot Wheels Get Hot By Driving Fast.

Ancestral Voices Prophesying War.

Oh Sleep! It Is A Gentle Thing, Beloved From Pole To Pole, To Mary Queen The Praise Be Given! She Sent The Gentle Sleep From Heaven, That Slid Into My Soul.

Frenchmen Are Like Gunpowder, Each By Itself Smutty And Contemptible, But Mass Them Together And They Are Terrible Indeed!