Chapter 40 No.40

"Within the soul a faculty abides,

That with interpositions, which would hide

And darken, so can deal, that they become

Contingencies of pomp; and serve to exalt

Her native brightness, as the ample moon.

In the deep stillness of a summer even.

Rising behind a thick and lofty grove.

Into a substance glorious as her own,

Yea,