AT Eden's gateway, downward spying, A gentle-hearted Angel shone; A dark rebellious Demon flying Passed over Hell's abyss and on. The Spirit of doubt and of rejection Beheld that Spirit clean and true; And warmth unwilling of affection Then first, uneasily, he knew. "Farewell!" he cried, "I saw thy vision. Thou hast not shone on me in vain. All heav'n I hold not in derision, Nor all on earth do I disdain." |