It Were A Journey Like

Necessity And Chance Approach Not Me, And What I Will Is Fate.

To Adore The Conqueror, Who Now Beholds Cherub And Seraph Rolling In The Flood.

And Looks Commercing With The Skies, Thy Rapt Soul Sitting In Thine Eyes.

And To Thy Husband's Will Thine Shall Submit; He Over Thee Shall Rule.

What Need A Man Forestall His Date Of Grief, And Run To Meet What He Would Most Avoid?.