Who have not yet learned to repeat
Their mother's name. To these alone855
'Tis given to dispel the night
With torches, and their fears relieve.
The rest in utter darkness fare,
And sadness. So our spirits mourn,
When each one, grieving o'er his fate,
Feels crushed in darkness 'neath the weight860
Of all the world. There chaos reigns,
Repulsive glooms, the hateful dark