Shall make reality, and men shall know
Stripp’d of the strangeness, that events will throw
Into accordance. What, shall blood and tears
Deface these smiling sites; or shall men learn
The beacon-torch of virtue to discern?
But that alone to guide them o’er the steep
And shelving rocks, hid by the ocean deep
Of life; away—the theme we may not tell.
Suffice it that the poet’s heart was glad,
And could it be, if what he heard were sad?