Wild Above Rule Or Art, Enormous Bliss.

Truth Is Compared In Scripture To A Streaming Fountain; If Her Waters Flow Not In Perpetual Progression, They Sicken Into A Muddy Pool Of Conformity And Tradition.

Who Shall Silence All The Airs And Madrigals That Whisper Softness In Chambers?

What Is Dark Within Me, Illumine.

Hide Me From Day's Garish Eye.

Death From Sin No Power Can Separate.