Then Liberty, Like Day, Breaks

Man May Dismiss Compassion From His Heart, But God Never Will.

Ever Let The Fancy Roam, Pleasure Never Is At Home.

All Truth Is Precious, If Not All Divine; And What Dilates The Powers Must Needs Refine.

No Traveler E'er Reached That Blest Abode Who Found Not Thorns And Briers In His Road.

I Would Not Have A Slave To Till My Ground, To Carry Me, To Fan Me While I Sleep, And Tremble When I Wake, For All The Wealth That Sinews Bought And Sold Have Ever Earn'd.