The Low'ring Element Scowls O'er The Darken'd

The Winds With Wonder Whist, Smoothly The Waters Kisst.

They Eat, They Drink, And In Communion Sweet Quaff Immortality And Joy.

That Power Which Erring Men Call Chance.

Demoniac Frenzy, Moping Melancholy.

Truth Is As Impossible To Be Soiled By Any Outward Touch As The Sunbeam.