The Best Apology Against False Accusers Is

And To The Faithful: Death, The Gate Of Life.

Smiles From Reason Flow, To Brute Deny'd, And Are Of Love The Food.

And Looks Commercing With The Skies, Thy Rapt Soul Sitting In Thine Eyes.

Spirits That Live Throughout, Vital In Every Part, Not As Frail Man, In Entrails, Heart Or Head, Liver Or Reins, Cannot But By Annihilating Die.

To Many A Youth And Many A Maid, Dancing In The Chequer'd Shade.