For Men To Tell How

A Boundless Continent, Dark, Waste, And Wild, Under The Frown Of Night Starless Expos'd.

The Love-lorn Nightingale Nightly To Thee Her Sad Song Mourneth Well.

And Now Without Redemption All Mankind Must Have Been Lost, Adjudged To Death And Hell By Doom Severe.

What Reinforcement We May Gain From Hope; If Not, What Resolution From Despair.

For Contemplation He And Valour Formed; / For Softness She And Sweet Attractive Grace, / He For God Only, She For God In Him: / His Fair Large Front And Eye Sublime Declared / Absolute Rule.