How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! How glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.

Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.

Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.

Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.

Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor.

Where no hope is left, is left no fear.

These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.