Anon Out Of The Earth A Fabric

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

Heaven Open'd Wide Her Ever During Gates, Harmonious Sound, On Golden Hinges Moving.

In Vain Doth Valour Bleed, While Avarice And Rapine Share The Land.

Morn, Wak'd By The Circling Hours, With Rosy Hand Unbarr'd The Gates Of Light.

The Sun To Me Is Dark And Silent As The Moon, When She Deserts The Night Hid In Her Vacant Interlunar Cave.