Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratie, Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.

Such sober certainty of waking bliss.

Truth is compared in Scripture to a streaming fountain; if her waters flow not in perpetual progression, they sicken into a muddy pool of conformity and tradition.

The starry cope Of heaven.

Our country is where ever we are well off.

Let her (Truth) and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?

And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained?