An honest hour, and faithful to her trust;
Truth, eldest daughter of the Deity;
Truth, of his council, when he made the worlds;
Nor less, when he shall judge the worlds he made;
Though silent long, and sleeping ne’er so sound, 830
Smother’d with errors, and oppress’d with toys,
That heaven-commission’d hour no sooner calls,
But from her cavern in the soul’s abyss,
Like him they fable under Ætna whelm’d, 834
The goddess bursts in thunder, and in flame;