Of the indomitable Intelligence
That thrones on matter—language visible—
Crying, “Eternity—and all is well!
Brother, be of good cheer; we, too, have known!
Not lonely moves, not utterly alone,
Your sad fraternity through the dark of God:
But the confederate legions are abroad,
Life’s flag advances on the starry way,
And Consciousness, still battling, still at bay,
Holds the bright forts against Oblivion—”