And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.
Indu'd With sanctity of reason.
Tears such as angels weep.
To know that which lies before us in daily life is the prime wisdom.
Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation.
Suffering for truth's sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.