Still Paying, Still To Owe. Eternal Woe!

Sweet Is The Breath Of Morn, Her Rising Sweet, With Charm Of Earliest Birds.

Virtue, Which Breaks Through Opposition And All Temptation Can Remove, Most Shines, And Most Is Acceptable Above.

Nor Turned I Ween Adam From His Fair Spouse, Nor Eve The Rites Mysterious Of Connubial Love Refused: Whatever Hypocrites Austerely Talk Of Purity And Place And Innocence, Defaming As Impure What God Declares Pure, And Commands To Some, Leaves Free To All.

Evil On Itself Shall Back Recoil.

In Contemplation Of Created Things, By Steps We May Ascend To God.