That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge .

Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.

And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse

Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.

Part of my soul I seek thee, and claim thee my other half

The never-ending flight Of future days.

Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.