Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Methought I saw my late espoused saint.
Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.
So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.
These evils I deserve, and more . . . . Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon, Whose ear is ever open, and his eye Gracious to re-admit the suppliant.