'tis The Year's Midnight, And It Is

Thy Face Is Mine Eye, And Mine Is Thine.

For Love All Love Of Other Sights Controls And Makes One Little Room An Everywhere

And Swear No Where Lives A Woman True, And Fair.

If We Consider Eternity, Into That Time Never Entered; Eternity Is Not An Everlasting Flux Of Time, But Time Is As A Short Parenthesis In A Long Period; And Eternity Had Been The Same As It Is, Though Time Had Never Been.

When God's Hand Is Bent To Strike, It Is A Fearful Thing To Fall Into The Hands Of The Living God ; But To Fall Out Of The Hands Of The Living God Is A Horror Beyond Our Expression, Beyond Our Imagination.