For No Falsehood Can Endure Touch Of

The Spirit Of Man, Which God Inspired, Cannot Together Perish With This Corporeal Clod.

But Oh The Heavy Change, Now Thou Art Gone, Now Thou Art Gone And Never Must Return!

The Mind Is Its Own Place, And In Itself, Can Make Heaven Of Hell, And A Hell Of Heaven.

That Space The Evil One Abstracted Stood From His Own Evil, And For The Time Remained Stupidly Good, Of Enmity Disarmed, Of Guile, Of Hate, Of Envy, Of Revenge .

Wisdom's Self Oft Seeks To Sweet Retired Solitude, Where With Her Best Nurse Contemplation, She Plumes Her Feathers, And Lets Grow Her Wings That In The Various Bustle Of Resort Were All To-ruffled, And Sometimes Impaired.