Our Torments Also May In Length Of

A Shout That Tore Hell's Concave, And Beyond / Frightened The Reign Of Chaos And Old Night.

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

And What Is Faith, Love, Virtue Unassayed Alone, Without Exterior Help Sustained?

And These Gems Of Heav'n, Her Starry Train.

Sable-vested Night, Eldest Of Things.