The rising world of waters dark and deep.
The pious and just honoring of ourselves may be thought the fountainhead from whence every laudable and worthy enterprise issues forth.
What is dark within me, illumine.
Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.
I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend.