England! My Country, Great And Free! Heart

Where Imperfection Ceaseth, Heaven Begins.

The Heart Is Its Own Fate.

There Is No Disappointment We Endure One-half So Great As What We Are To Ourselves.

Dreams Are Rudiments Of The Great State To Come. We Dream What Is About To Happen.

Obey Thy Genius, For A Minister It Is Unto The Throne Of Fate. Draw To Thy Soul, And Centralize The Rays Which Are Around Of The Divinity.