How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns
Only this I know, That one celestial father gives to all.
And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens take his pleasure.
Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.