No war or battle sound Was heard the world around.
This is servitude, To serve the unwise.
Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces.
The martyrs shook the powers of darkness with the irresistible power of weakness.
And feel that I am happier than I know.
For neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible, except to God alone.