Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor.
And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained?
Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.
He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.
So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.
The love-lorn nightingale nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well.