The Prophet's Mantle, Ere His Flight Began,

How Delicious Is The Winning Of A Kiss At Love's Beginning, When Two Mutual Hearts Are Sighing For The Knot There's No Untying!

Whose Lines Are Mottoes Of The Heart,whose Truths Electrify The Sage.

Our Land, The First Garden Of Liberty's Tree-- It Has Been, And Shall Be, The Land Of The Free.

Without The Smile From Partial Beauty Won, O What Were Man? - A World Without A Sun.

The Prophet's Mantle, Ere His Flight Began, Dropt On The World--a Sacred Gift To Man.