On The Morning Of Christ's

So Shall The World Go On, To Good Malignant, To Bad Men Benign, Under Her Own Weight Groaning.

How Oft, In Nations Gone Corrupt, And By Their Own Devices Brought Down To Servitude, That Man Chooses Bondage Before Liberty. Bondage With Ease Before Strenuous Liberty.

He 's Gone, And Who Knows How He May Report Thy Words By Adding Fuel To The Flame?

But Oh The Heavy Change, Now Thou Art Gone, Now Thou Art Gone And Never Must Return!

Sole Reigning Holds The Tyranny Of Heav'n.