Speak Of Me As I

Time's Glory Is To Command Contending Kings, To Unmask Falsehood, And Bring Truth To Light.

There Is A Devilish Mercy In The Judge, If You'll Implore It, That Will Free Your Life, But Fetter You Till Death.

O, Speak Again, Bright Angel! For Thou Art As Glorious To This Night, Being O'er My Head As Is A Winged Messenger Of Heaven

A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.

Love Sees With The Heart And Not With Mind.