Can turn their gaze upon the souls of men,
Will see the enemies therein arrayed
Which fight against the nature of the soul.
The battle which our mortal foes prepare
Is but an emblem of that greater strife
Waged in the heart incessantly by powers
Which are at enmity amongst themselves.
Simon:
My lord, in very truth these words of thine
Arouse an echo in my deepest soul.