'Tis well averred, A scientific faith's absurd.
Once more on my adventure brave and new.
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.
Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
Tis looking downward makes one dizzy.
How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead; So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!