Nearer and nearer still to press
The soul of its soul’s happiness.
Oh! who has felt around his soul
The spells of this idolatry—
And wished not that his days should roll
Thus spell-bound to eternity.
Away with wisdom—’tis a cheat—
Away with truth—’tis all a lie—
Madness alone hath no deceit—
Falsehood alone no mockery.