Let No Man Seek Henceforth

God Shall Be All In All.

Oft, On A Plat Of Rising Ground, I Hear The Far-off Curfew Sound Over Some Wide-watered Shore, Swinging Low With Sullen Roar.

Reason Also Is Choice.

This Is Servitude, To Serve The Unwise.

And, When Night Darkens The Streets, Then Wander Forth The Sons Of Belial, Flown With Insolence And Wine.