All hope is lost of my reception into grace; what worse? For where no hope is left, is left no fear.

For evil news rides post, while good news baits.

And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained?

No war or battle sound Was heard the world around.

And feel that I am happier than I know.

My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.

Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?