The Bird Of Jove, Stoop'd

For What Is Glory But The Blaze Of Fame?

So Spake The Seraph Abdiel, Faithful Found; Among The Faithless, Faithful Only He.

Beholding The Bright Countenance Of Truth In The Quiet And Still Air Of Delightful Studies.

And Storied Windows Richly Dight, Casting A Dim Religious Light.

He Who Would Not Be Frustrate Of His Hope To Write Well Hereafter In Laudable Things Ought Himself To Be A True Poem.