From Nature's Chain Whatever Link You Strike,

Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black, And Lights Are Fluttering Low: Square Your Shoulders, Lift Your Pack And Leave Your Friends And Go. O Never Fear, Lads, Naught's To Dread, Look Not To Left Nor Right: In All The Endless Road You Tread There's Nothing But The Night.

Atheists Put On False Courage And Alacrity In The Midst Of Their Darkness And Apprehensions, Like Children Who, When They Fear To Go In The Dark, Will Sing For Fear.

The Light Of Heaven Restore; Give Me To See, And Ajax Asks No More.

Tis All In Vain To Keep A Constant Pother About One Vice And Fall Into Another.

I Have More Zeal Than Wit.