Vice, with its heartless sneer, and Wealth and Pride,
Lifeless and still, now slumber side by side!
And is there then no grace to mortals given,—
No hope to brighten here and lead to Heaven?
No faith to lift the soul from worldly ties,
And point the way to Joy and Paradise!
Look to thy heart, vain mortal, question there,
Of life and death—of glory and despair—
Ask, if within a spirit may not dwell—
A viewless tenant of thy bosom’s cell—