The Gay Motes That People The Sunbeams.

Sport, That Wrinkled Care Derides, And Laughter Holding Both His Sides. Come And Trip It As Ye Go, On The Light Fantastic Toe.

Hear All Ye Angels, Progeny Of Light, Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers.

Have Hung My Dank And Dropping Weeds To The Stern God Of Sea.

And Some Are Fall'n, To Disobedience Fall'n, And So From Heav'n To Deepest Hell; O Fall From What High State Of Bliss Into What Woe!

Anon Out Of The Earth A Fabric Huge Rose, Like An Exhalation.