So May Heaven's Grace Clear

The Human Race Is In The Best Condition When It Has The Greatest Degree Of Liberty.

Be As A Tower Firmly Set; Shakes Not Its Top For Any Blast That Blows.

As One Who Sees In Dreams And Wakes To Find The Emotional Impression Of His Vision Still Powerful While Its Parts Fade From His Mind - Just Such Am I, Having Lost Nearly All The Vision Itself, While In My Heart I Feel The Sweetness Of It Yet Distill And Fall.

Pure Essence, And Pure Matter, And The Two Joined Into One Were Shot Forth Without Flaw, Like Three Bright Arrows From A Three-string Bow.

There Is No Greater Pain Than To Remember, In Our Present Grief, Past Happiness.