For Neither Man Nor Angel Can Discern

Truth Is As Impossible To Be Soiled By Any Outward Touch As The Sunbeam.

So On This Windy Sea Of Land, The Fiend Walked Up And Down Alone Bent On His Prey.

But All Was False And Hollow; Though His Tongue Dropp'd Manna, And Could Make The Worse Appear The Better Reason, 4 To Perplex And Dash Maturest Counsels.

How Often From The Steep Of Echoing Hill Or Thicket Have We Heard Celestial Voices To The Midnight Air, Sole, Or Responsive Each To Other's Note, Singing Their Great Creator?

Above The Smoke And Stir Of This Dim Spot Which Men Call Earth.