O Dark, Dark, Dark, Amid The Blaze

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements, These Piercing Fires As Soft As Now Severe, Our Temper Changed Into Their Temper.

On The Tawny Sands And Shelves Trip The Pert Fairies And The Dapper Elves.

I Will Point Ye Out The Right Path Of A Virtuous And Noble Education; Laborious Indeed At First Ascent, But Else So Smooth, So Green, So Full Of Goodly Prospect, And Melodious Sounds On Every Side, That The Harp Of Orpheus Was Not More Charming.

Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell, Hope Never Comes, That Comes To All.

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements.