Peace and content are found in Heaven alone.
A retrospect of sin behind me lies,
A peccant youth all spent at Belial’s shrine!
The meek Judæan beckoned from the skies;
I heeded not, seduced by powers malign.
The scales are fallen from my darkened sight,
A potent euphrasy is poured therein;
I look around with terror and affright,
Behold the world is vanity and sin!
With labor infinite, the race of men