With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy

Ask For This Great Deliverer Now, And Find Him Eyeless In Gaza At The Mill With Slaves.

The Childhood Shows The Man, As Morning Shows The Day.

In Contemplation Of Created Things, By Steps We May Ascend To God.

And Some Are Fall'n, To Disobedience Fall'n, And So From Heav'n To Deepest Hell; O Fall From What High State Of Bliss Into What Woe!

But Oh The Heavy Change, Now Thou Art Gone, Now Thou Art Gone And Never Must Return!