Such joy ambition finds.

What am I pondering, you ask? So help me God, immortality.

A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.

Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.

It is not hard for any man who hath a Bible in his hand to borrow good words and holy sayings in abundance; but to make them his own is a work of grace only from above.

Our two first parents, yet the only two Of mankind, in the happy garden placed, Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love, Uninterrupted joy, unrivalled love In blissful solitude.

Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n.