But O Yet More Miserable!

My Latest Found, Heaven's Last, Best Gift, My Ever New Delight!

Truth Is As Impossible To Be Soiled By Any Outward Touch As The Sunbeam.

With Eyes Of Conjugal Attraction Unreprov'd. Imparadised In One Another's Arms. With Thee Conversing I Forget All Time. And Feel That I Am Happier Than I Know.

Hear All Ye Angels, Progeny Of Light, Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers.

And The More I See Pleasures About Me, So Much More I Feel Torment Within Me.