Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear
The never-ending flight Of future days.
Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.
This manner of writing wherein knowing myself inferior to myself? I have the use, as I may account it, but of my left hand.
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.