The Planets In Their Station

Never Can True Reconcilement Grow Where Wounds Of Deadly Hate Have Pierced So Deep.

Thoughts That Voluntary Move Harmonious Numbers.

Virtue Could See To Do What Virtue Would By Her Own Radiant Light, Though Sun And Moon Where In The Flat Sea Sunk.

Say, Heavenly Pow'rs, Where Shall We Find Such Love? Which Of Ye Will Be Mortal To Redeem Man's Mortal Crime, And Just Th' Unjust To Save.

Reason Also Is Choice.