Eloquence The Soul, Song Charms The Senses.

So Dear I Love Him, That With Him, All Deaths I Could Endure, Without Him, Live No Life.

In Dim Eclipse, Disastrous Twilight Sheds On Half The Nations, And With Fear Of Change Perplexes Monarchs.

Man Hath His Daily Work Of Body Or Mind Appointed, Which Declares His Dignity, And The Regard Of Heav'n On All His Ways.

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

O Loss Of Sight, Of Thee I Most Complain! Blind Among Enemies, O Worse Than Chains, Dungeon, Or Beggary, Or Decrepit Age!