"Than angels. Cease to wail and brawl! Why inch by inch to darkness crawl? There is one remedy for all.”

"O dull, one-sided voice," said I, "Wilt thou make every thing a lie, To flatter me that I may die?

"I know that age to age succeeds, Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds, A dust of systems and of creeds.

"I cannot hide that some have striven, Achieving calm, to whom was given The joy that mixes man with Heaven:

"Who, rowing hard against the stream, Saw distant gates of Eden gleam, And did not dream it was a dream;

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Tho' cursed and scorn'd, and bruised with stones:

"For every worm beneath the moon

"But looking upward, full of grace,