Ease Would Recant Vows Made In Pain,

Reason Also Is Choice.

Hard Are The Ways Of Truth, And Rough To Walk.

And Live Like Nature's Bastards, Not Her Sons.

And Every Shepherd Tells His Tale Under The Hawthorn In The Dale.

Abashed The Devil Stood And Felt How Awful Goodness Is And Saw Virtue In Her Shape How Lovely: And Pined His Loss