Peace Hath Her Victories, No Less Renowned

Hope Elevates, And Joy Brightens His Crest.

His Form Had Yet Not Lost All Her Original Brightness, Nor Appear'd Less Than Archangel Ruin'd, And Th' Excess Of Glory Obscur'd.

If It Come To Prohibiting, There Is Aught More Likely To Be Prohibited Than Truth Itself.

Temper Justice With Mercy.

And Now Without Redemption All Mankind Must Have Been Lost, Adjudged To Death And Hell By Doom Severe.