Who Can In Reason Then

The Great Creator From His Work Returned Magnificent, His Six Days' Work, A World.

Retiring From The Popular Noise, I Seek This Unfrequented Place To Find Some Ease.

Let Her (truth) And Falsehood Grapple; Who Ever Knew Truth Put To The Worse In A Free And Open Encounter?

God Has Set Labor And Rest, As Day And Night To Men Successive.

A Dungeon Horrible, On All Sides Round, As One Great Furnace, Flamed; Yet From Those Flames No Light, But Rather Darkness Visible Serv'd Only To Discover Sights Of Woe, Regions Of Sorrow, Doleful Shades, Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell, Hope Never Comes That Comes To All; But Torture Without End.