Hope allows us to bid farewell to fear.
His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.
O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.
Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.
Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.
One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.