Sublimely calm — her only wish to know —
⁠In her unswerving glance nor fear nor ruth,
Reckless how sun may shine, or storms may blow.
⁠Stands, like an adamantine statue, Truth.

See, in the kindling east that cloudlet grey.
⁠Touched by the dawn, a heavenly gem appears;
Thus Hope floats lucent in life's early ray,
⁠Thus, too, or yet 'tis noon, oft falls in tears.

Full many a mimic part doth Love sustain
⁠And aptly act in aspect, mien, and breath;
But his chief characters are Grief and Pain,
⁠And often, too, he shows himself as Death.

O'er rugged roads doth Reason slow advance,
⁠Pondering each step with face to earth inclined,
Yet sometimes will he raise a longing glance,
⁠And list Faith's wordless promise on the wind.