The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
Since there my past life lies, why alter it?
The great beacon light God sets in all, the conscience of each bosom.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.