When royal Truth, released from mortal throes, + 

Burst His brief slumber, and triumphant rose, + 

Ill had the Holiest sued + 

A patron multitude, + 

Or courted Tetrarch’s eye, or claim’d to rule + 

By the world’s winning grace, or proofs from learned school. + 

But, robing Him in viewless air, He told + 

His secret to a few of meanest mould; + 

They in their turn imparted + 

The gift of men pure-hearted, + 

While the brute many heard His mysteries high, + 

As some strange fearful tongue, and crouch’d, they knew not why. + 

Still is the might of Truth, as it has been: + 

Lodged in the few, obey’d, and yet unseen. + 

Rear’d on lone heights, and rare, + 

His saints their watch-flame bear, + 

And the mad world sees the wide-circling blaze, + 

Vain searching whence it streams, and how to quench its rays. + 