Dim Eclipse, Disastrous Twilight.

From Restless Thoughts, That, Like A Deadly Swarm Of Hornets Arm'd, No Sooner Found Alone, But Rush Upon Me Thronging.

The Never-ending Flight Of Future Days.

The Martyrs Shook The Powers Of Darkness With The Irresistible Power Of Weakness.

Let Her (truth) And Falsehood Grapple; Who Ever Knew Truth Put To The Worse In A Free And Open Encounter?

Let Us Descend Now Therefore From This Top Of Speculation.