Finding a spell unheard before.

Such is the bliss of souls serene,

When they have sworn and steadfast mean,

Counting the cost, in all to espy

Their God, in all themselves deny.

O could we learn that sacrifice,

What lights would all around us rise!

How would our hearts with wisdom talk

Along life's dullest, dreariest walk!

We need not bid, for cloister'd cell,