See Golden Days, Fruitful Of Golden Deeds,

They Are The Troublers, They Are The Dividers Of Unity, Who Neglect And Don't Permit Others To Unite Those Dissevered Pieces Which Are Yet Wanting To The Body Of Truth.

A Man May Be Ungrateful, But The Human Race Is Not So.

These Are Thy Glorious Works, Parent Of Good!

Ah, Why Should All Mankind For One Man's Fault, Be Condemned, If Guiltless?

Servant Of God, Well Done! Well Hast Thou Fought The Better Fight, Who Single Hast Maintain'd Against Revolted Multitudes The Cause Of Truth.