The Living Heaven Thy Prayers Respect, House At Once And Architect, Quarrying Man'S Rejected Hours, Builds Therewith Eternal Towers; Sole And Self-Commanded Works, Fears Not Undermining Days, Grows By Decays, And, By The Famous Might That Lurks In Reaction And Recoil, Makes Flame To Freeze And Ice To Boil; Forging, Through Swart Arms Of Offence, The Silver Seat Of Innocence.