A Limbo Large And Broad, Since Call'd

Hail, Wedded Love, Mysterious Law; True Source Of Human Happiness.

Luck Is The Residue Of Design.

In Vain Doth Valour Bleed, While Avarice And Rapine Share The Land.

Smiles From Reason Flow, To Brute Deny'd, And Are Of Love The Food.

How Sweetly Did They Float Upon The Wings Of Silence Through The Empty-vaulted Night, At Every Fall Smoothing The Raven Down Of Darkness Till It Smiled!