Ah, Why Should All Mankind

Such Bickerings To Recount, Met Often In These Our Writers, What More Worth Is It Than To Chronicle The Wars Of Kites Or Crows Flocking And Fighting In The Air?

United Thoughts And Counsels, Equal Hope And Hazard In The Glorious Enterprise.

And Grace That Won Who Saw To Wish Her Stay.

So Glistered The Dire Snake , And Into Fraud Led Eve, Our Credulous Mother, To The Tree Of Prohibition, Root Of All Our Woe.

Heaven Open'd Wide Her Ever During Gates, Harmonious Sound, On Golden Hinges Moving.