But what are conquests of the bow and spear,

And Alexander's victories, compared

With the stern warfare which the soul maintains

Against the subtle tempter of mankind—

The base corruptions of a sinful world—

An evil conscience and a callous heart?

Oh, vanquish these!—and through the gates of death

Triumphant pass and win a heavenly crown!—

Oh, that my soul could find a voice to speak;

That human language could express the thoughts

Which fill the secret chambers of the brain.

In vain the lips pour forth harmonious sounds;

In vain the eager eye is raised to heaven,

Swimming in tears, and bright with ecstasy,—

The senses still are debtors to the heart,

Which, trembling, throbs for utterance in vain.

Does the salvation of a deathless soul

Kindle no hope in the possessor's breast?

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Awaken no desire to be restored

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