Where All Life Dies Death Lives.

O Loss Of Sight, Of Thee I Most Complain! Blind Among Enemies, O Worse Than Chains, Dungeon, Or Beggary, Or Decrepit Age!

So Dear To Heaven Is Saintly Chastity, That, When A Soul Is Found Sincerely So, A Thousand Liveried Angels Lacky Her, Driving Far Off Each Thing Of Sin And Guilt.

Who Overcomes By Force, Hath Overcome But Half His Foe.

Boast Not Of What Thou Would'st Have Done, But Do.

The Low'ring Element Scowls O'er The Darken'd Landscape.