Ease Would Recant Vows Made In Pain,

A Limbo Large And Broad, Since Call'd The Paradise Of Fools To Few Unknown.

Confidence Imparts A Wonderful Inspiration To The Possessor.

Oft, On A Plat Of Rising Ground, I Hear The Far-off Curfew Sound Over Some Wide-watered Shore, Swinging Low With Sullen Roar.

And Feel By Turns The Bitter Change Of Fierce Extremes, Extremes By Change More Fierce.

Subdue By Force, Who Reason For Their Law Refuse, Right Reason For Their Law.