Thou hast the fount of life in thy own breast,
And need'st no guiding; be a child no longer;
Throw oif thy fetters, and with me enjoy
Thy native independence, and assert
Thy innate majesty; Truth binds not me,
And yet I am immortal; be thou, too,
A god unto thyself.'
"But I had learn 'd
My own deep insufficiency, and gazed
Indignant on th' unholy angel's face.
And pierced its false refulgence, knowing well
Obedience only is true Hberty
For spirits form'd to obey; so best they reign.
Straight the base rebel fled, and, rul'd by Truth,
I roll'd unerring on my shining road
Around a glorious centre; free, though bound,
Because love bound me, and my law became
My life and nature, and my lustrous orb
Pure spirits visited; I wore a light
That shone across infinitude, and serv'd
To guide returning wanderers. I sang
With all my starry sisters, and we danced
Around the throne of Time, and wash'd the base
