Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For

The Faith That Acts Not, Is It Truly Faith?

A Noble Heart Cannot Suspect In Others The Pettiness And Malice That It Has Never Felt.

When Will The Veil Be Lifted That Casts So Black A Night Over The Universe? God Of Israel, Lift At Last The Gloom: For How Long Will You Be Hidden?

Crime Like Virtue Has Its Degrees; And Timid Innocence Was Never Known To Blossom Suddenly Into Extreme License.

The Day Is Not Purer Than The Depths Of My Heart.