And Feel By Turns The Bitter Change

Yet I Argue Not Against Heav'n's Hand Or Will, Nor Bate A Jot Of Heart Or Hope; But Still Bear Up And Steer Right Onward.

Hope Elevates, And Joy Brightens His Crest.

With Thee Conversing I Forget All Time.

Anon Out Of The Earth A Fabric Huge Rose, Like An Exhalation.

Give Me The Liberty To Know, To Utter, And To Argue Freely According To Conscience, Above All Liberties.