Freely we serve Because we freely love, as in our will To love or not; in this we stand or fall. - John Milton

Immortal amarant, a flower which once
In paradise, fast by the tree of life,
Began to bloom; but soon for man's offence
To heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows,
And flowers aloft, shading the fount of life,
And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven
Rolls o'er elysian flowers her amber stream:
With these that never fade the spirits elect
Bind their resplendent locks.

As ever in my great Taskmaster's eye.

And, when night
Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.