He Who Has Far To Ride Spares

Vice, Like Virtue, Grows In Small Steps, And No True Innocence Can Ever Fall At Once To Deepest Guilt.

He Who Bridles The Fury Of The Billows Knows Also To Put A Stop To The Secret Plans Of The Wicked. Submitting With Respect To His Holy Will, I Fear God, And Have No Other Fear.

I Felt For My Crime A Just Terror; I Looked On My Life With Hate, And My Passion With Horror.

Do Not They Bring It To Pass By Knowing That They Know Nothing At All?

Behind A Veil, Unseen Yet Present, I Was The Forceful Soul That Moved This Mighty Body.