Ev'n Them Who Kept Thy

With Thee Goes Thy Husband, Him To Follow Thou Art Bound; Where He Abides, Think There Thy Native Soil.

Such Sweet Compulsion Doth In Music Lie.

Death To Life Is Crown Or Shame.

Those Graceful Acts, Those Thousand Decencies, That Daily Flow From All Her Words And Actions, Mixed With Love And Sweet Compliance, Which Declare Unfeigned Union Of Mind, Or In Us Both One Soul.

So Spake The Seraph Abdiel, Faithful Found; Among The Faithless, Faithful Only He.