From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.

For truth is strong next to the Almighty. She needs no policies or stratagems or licensings to make her victorious. These are the shifts and the defences that error uses against her power.

There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.

O fleeting joys Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes!

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

This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.

That power Which erring men call Chance.