Most Men Admire Virtue Who Follow Not

Hail, Wedded Love, Mysterious Law; True Source Of Human Happiness.

And What Is Faith, Love, Virtue Unassayed Alone, Without Exterior Help Sustained?

Thick As Autumnal Leaves That Strow The Brooks In Vallombrosa, Where Th' Etrurian Shades High Over-arch'd Imbower.

Anger And Just Rebuke, And Judgment Given, That Brought Into This World A World Of Woe, Sin And Her Shadow Death, And Misery, Death's Harbinger.

Law Can Discover Sin, But Not Remove, Save By Those Shadowy Expiations Weak.