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.

Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.

He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.

He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

No war or battle sound Was heard the world around.

But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.