The Bride Hath Paced Into

Ancestral Voices Prophesying War.

Oh Sleep! It Is A Gentle Thing, Beloved From Pole To Pole.

Is Duty A Mere Sport, Or An Employ! Life An Entrusted Talent Or A Toy!

I May Not Hope From Outward Forms To Win / The Passion And The Life, Whose Fountains Are Within.

Never Yet Did There Exist A Full Faith In The Divine Word (by Whom Light As Well As Immortality Was Brought Into The World) Which Did Not Expand The Intellect, While It Purified The Heart--which Did Not Multiply The Aims And Objects Of The Understanding, While It Fixed And Simplified Those Of The Desires And Passions.