By Night The Glass Of Galileo ...

Into This Wild Abyss, The Womb Of Nature And Perhaps Her Grave.

Methinks I See In My Mind A Noble And Puissant Nation Rousing Herself Like A Strong Man After Sleep, And Shaking Her Invincible Locks; Methinks I See Her As An Eagle Mewing Her Mighty Youth, And Kindling Her Undazzled Eyes At The Full Midday Beam.

The Strongest And The Fiercest Spirit That Fought In Heaven, Now Fiercer By Despair.

Accuse Not Nature: She Hath Done Her Part; Do Thou But Thine.

Beauty Stands In The Admiration Only Of Weak Minds Led Captive.