Before which quickly fly all shades of night.
And as his daily course the Truth doth run,
He sheds a vivifying heat. This done,
Each plant of virtue grows up in our sight;
But ev'ry vile imposture feels a blight.—
With thee has truth, God's truth, the vict'ry won?
Alas! by ev'ry cheat and wicked lie
Man is misled, deluded to his woe;
And o'er him Satan holds dominion high,
Reigning o'er all the wretched race below,