Though knowledge here is power, yet ’tis love subdues the heart,
Subjects the will to Heaven, and will endless life impart.
It conquers every passion; and the soul that feels its power
Moves in a world of freedom, within its own loved bower.
’Tis shielded, safely shielded; the interior nought can reach;
No outward condemnation can this inward love impeach.
No weapon formed can prosper; and it fears no outward foe:
While all within is conquered, ’tis a Heaven begun below.
The world’s applause, its censure too, are both alike received;
If undeserved, ’tis heeded not, though all may be believed.