In dungeon dark they long enclosed Truth,

But time at length did loose his daughter dear,

And sets aloft that sacred lady bright,

Who things long hid reveals and brings to light.

Though Strife wake her, though Envy eat her heart,

The innocent though Slander rend and spoil:

Yet Time will come, and take this lady’s part,

And break her bands and bring her foes to foil.

Despair not then, though Truth be hidden oft,

Because at length, she shall be set aloft.