For Every Inch That Is

Sure There's Contagion In The Tears Of Friends.

From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony. This Universal Frame Began.

Restless At Home, And Ever Prone To Range.

Fool That I Was, Upon My Eagle's Wings I Bore This Wren, Till I Was Tired With Soaring, And Now He Mounts Above Me.

Raw In The Fields The Rude Militia Swarms, Mouth Without Hands; Maintained At Vast Expense, In Peace A Charge, In War A Weak Defence.