Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being.
So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;Evil,be thou my good.
From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.
Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!