The Words In Prose Ought To Express

An Orphan's Curse Would Drag To Hell, A Spirit From On High; But Oh! More Horrible Than That, Is A Curse In A Dead Man's Eye!

All Thoughts, All Passions, All Delights Whatever Stirs This Mortal Frame All Are But Ministers Of Love And Feed His Sacred Flame.

...from The Time Of Kepler To That Of Newton, And From Newton To Hartley, Not Only All Things In External Nature, But The Subtlest Mysteries Of Life And Organization, And Even Of The Intellect And Moral Being, Were Conjured Within The Magic Circle Of Mathematical Formulae.

Nor Dim Nor Red, Like God's Own Head, The Glorious Sun Uprist

Often Do The Spirits Stride On Before The Event; And In Today Already Walks Tomorrow.