Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.
Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn!
He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.
Death ready stands to interpose his dart.
So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.
He left it in thy power, ordaind thy will By nature free, not over-rul'd by Fate Inextricable, or strict necessity.