Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord!

And now her eyes grew bright, and brighter still, Too bright for ours to look upon, suffused With many tears, and closed without a cloud. They set as sets the morning star, which goes Not down behind the darkened west, nor hides Obscured …

He laid his hand upon "the Ocean's mane," And played familiar with his hoary locks.

Sorrows remembered sweeten present joy.

'T was Slander filled her mouth with lying words, Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin.

He touched his harp, and nations heard, entranced, As some vast river of unfailing source, Rapid, exhaustless, deep, his numbers flowed And opened new fountains in the human heart.

He was a man Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven To serve the Devil in.