The Rising World Of Waters

Thou O Spirit, That Dost Prefer Before All Temples Th' Upright Heart And Pure, Instruct Me, For Thou Know'st; Thou From The First Wast Present, And With Mighty Wings Outspread Dove-like Satst Brooding On The Vast Abyss And Mad'st It Pregnant: What Is In Me Dark Illumine, What Is Low Raise And Support; That To The Heighth Of This Great Argument I May Assert Eternal Providence, And Justify The Ways Of God To Men.

The Spirit Of Man, Which God Inspired, Cannot Together Perish With This Corporeal Clod.

Time Is The Subtle Thief Of Youth.

Believe And Be Confirmed.

In Naked Beauty Most Adorned.