God shall be all in all.
O fleeting joys Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes!
There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
If the will, which in the law of our nature, were withdrawn from our memory, fancy, understanding, and reason, no other hell could equal, for a spiritual being, what we should then feel from the anarchy of our powers. It would be conscious madness,--a horrid thought!
Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late.
Virtue that wavers is not virtue.