THE mighty temple of the human soul, Lit through one only casement by a ray Of natural reason, saw long ages roll While mankind mouldered to a slow decay, Because they yielded not to reason's sway, But let false fiends crawl to the niches high And foul forms squat in places where men pray; So that 't were best this race corrupt should die. But no! man hath a loftier destiny; Knowledge gives light, but from the sloughs of sense In vain the struggling soul essays to fly Unless obedience leads the spirit hence. Another window's radiance through the gloom To Noah showed man's path from d**h and doom.