Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.
But infinite in pardon is my Judge.
There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
Such joy ambition finds.
More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.
If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.