Felicia Hemans,
The Sceptic
(1820)
“ Thus, when the captive soul hath long remain'd In its own dread abyss of darkness chain'd, If the Deliverer, in his might, at last, Its fetters, born of earth, to earth should cast, The beam of truth o'erpowers its dazzled sight, Trembling it sinks, and finds no joy in light But this will pass away—that spark of mind, Within thy frame unquenchably enshrined. Shall live to triumph in its bright'ning ray, Born to be foster'd with ethereal day. ”
