Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.

Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?-thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?

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.

Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.

Gratitude bestows reverence.....changing forever how we experience life and the world.

If the will, which in the law of our nature, were withdrawn from our memory, fancy, understanding, and reason, no other hell could equal, for a spiritual being, what we should then feel from the anarchy of our powers. It would be conscious madness,--a horrid thought!

For neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible, except to God alone.