A Short Retirement Urges A Sweet Return.

Evil, Be Thou My Good.

Nor Aught Availed Him Now To Have Built In Heaven High Towers; Nor Did He Scrape By All His Engines, But Was Headlong Sent With His Industrious Crew To Build In Hell.

Tower'd Cities Please Us Then, And The Busy Hum Of Men.

All Hell Broke Loose.

As In An Organ From One Blast Of Wind To Many A Row Of Pipes The Soundboard Breathes.