Chapter 40 No.40

Long in its dim recesses pines the spirit,

Wildered and dark, despairingly alone;

Though many a shape of beauty wander near it,

And many a wild and half-remembered tone

Tremble from the divine abyss to cheer it,

Yet still it knows that there is only one

Before whom it can kneel and tribute bring.

At once a happy vassal and a ki