Faithful found among the faithless.

My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.

Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?

The redundant locks, robustious to no purpose, clustering down--vast monument of strength.

My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.

The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.

Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.