Suffering for truth's sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.

But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!

Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?

Then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.

Suffering for truth's sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.

And that must end us, that must be our cure: To be no more. Sad cure! For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish, rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night Devoid of sense and motion?

Solitude is sometimes the best society.