Few Know The Use Of Life Before

She Feared No Danger, For She Knew No Sin.

Tis Fate That Flings The Dice, And As She Flings Of Kings Makes Peasants, And Of Peasants Kings.

As When The Dove Returning Bore The Mark Of Earth Restored To The Long Labouring Ark; The Relics Of Mankind, Secure At Rest, Oped Every Window To Receive The Guest, And The Fair Bearer Of The Message Bless'd.

Love Either Finds Equality Or Makes It.

A Lively Faith Will Bear Aloft The Mind, And Leave The Luggage Of Good Works Behind.