The Liberty Of Conscience, Which

Who Would Not, Finding Way, Break Loose From Hell, . . . . And Boldly Venture To Whatever Place Farthest From Pain?

The Timely Dew Of Sleep Now Falling With Soft Slumb'rous Weight Inclines Our Eyelids.

Gratitude Bestows Reverence, Allowing Us To Encounter Everyday Epiphanies, Those Transcendent Moments Of Awe That Change Forever How We Experience Life And The World.

Revenge, At First Though Sweet, Bitter Ere Long Back On Itself Recoils.

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements.