O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.

It Is A Sin To Be A Mocker.

I Shall Show The Cinders Of My Spirits Through The Ashes Of My Chance.

Lay Aside Life-harming Heaviness, And Entertain A Cheerful Disposition.

Look, The World's Comforter, With Weary Gait, His Day's Hot Task Hath Ended In The West: The Owl, Night's Herald, Shrieks-'tis Very Late; The Sheep Are Gone To Fold, Birds To Their Nest; And Coal-black Clouds, That Shadow Heaven's Light, Do Summon Us To Part, And Bid Good Night.