Life, all buoyancy and light, and Death, that sullen silence,
Sped the soul to Immortality, the final home of man.
Then, in metaphysical review, passed a triple troop,
Swift Ideas, sounding Names, and heavily armed Things:
Faith spake of her achievements even among men her brethren;
And Honesty, with open mouth, would vindicate himself:
The retrospect of Social life had many truths to tell of,
And then I left thee to thy Solitude, learning there of Wisdom.
Friend and scholar, lover of the right, mine equal kind companion,—
I prize indeed thy favour, and these sympathies are dear: