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From bliss of finer mould, & essence pure,

May lead misguided minds thro labyrinths

Beset with darkness thick & all obscure,

With intricacies ne'er unrav'eld yet,

And which e'er long may drop thee in dispair

And experience sad affright thy soul ~

Aspatius, shall I name thy darling creed,

That strikes with horror better breatss than thine

And leaves them startling at the two fold hell,

That smiles with yawning mouth on fetterd souls

Unworthy of a softer bed than flames,

With everburning brimstone lighted up,

To purge away their infidelity ~

Thou sayest this world by chance to being rose,

From chaos all in hurry jumbling forth,

And in the whirlwind of distracted naught,

From nonexistence shone all unconfusd,

The dreary waste of wide emmensity,