The Liberty Of Conscience, Which Above All

With Eyes Of Conjugal Attraction Unreprov'd. Imparadised In One Another's Arms. With Thee Conversing I Forget All Time. And Feel That I Am Happier Than I Know.

Wherefore Did He [god] Create Passions Within Us, Pleasures Round About Us, But That These Rightly Tempered Are The Very Ingredients Of Virtue?

Sweet Intercourse Of Looks And Smiles; For Smiles From Reason Flow.

Let Us Go Forth And Resolutely Dare With Sweat Of Brow To Toil Our Little Day.

Look Homeward, Angel, Now, And Melt With Ruth.