To the error’s defeat, what frail art thou
Count and every step falleth in the inferno,
That we don’t err, to the Providence
Now and then in remembrance, O hell why art thou.
A paradise anew, like a dawn after a night
Ah! Faith is all that taketh us through,
A blind man’s vision, what else is this
Such light from the self, from enlightened brow.
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