Built God A Church And Laughed His

He Is The Freeman Whom The Truth Makes Free, And All Are Slaves Besides.

Some People Are More Nice Than Wise.

In The Vast, And The Minute, We See The Unambiguous Footsteps Of The God, Who Gives Its Lustre To An Insect's Wing And Wheels His Throne Upon The Rolling Worlds.

Heaven Speed The Canvas, Gallantly Unfurl'd, To Furnish And Accommodate A World, To Give The Pole The Produce Of The Sun, And Knit The Unsocial Climates Into One.

Lights Of The World, And Stars Of Human Race.