But Oh The Heavy Change, Now Thou

Nothing Is Here For Tears, Nothing To Wail Or Knock The Breast, No Weakness, No Contempt, Dispraise, Or Blame,-nothing But Well And Fair, And What May Quiet Us In A Death So Noble.

They Who Have Put Out The People's Eyes Reproach Them Of Their Blindness.

Virtue May Be Assailed, But Never Hurt, Surprised By Unjust Force, But Not Enthralled.

For God Will Deign To Visit Oft The Dwellings Of Just Men -- Delighted, And With Frequent Intercourse -- Thither Will Send His Winged Messengers On Errants Of Supernal Grace.

Where Shame Is, There Is Also Fear.