XIX + 

Destiny hath preserved his lay. + 

I have it. Lo! the very thing! + 

“Oh! whither have ye winged your way, + 

Ye golden days of my young spring? + 

What will the coming dawn reveal? + 

In vain my anxious eyes appeal; + 

In mist profound all yet is hid. + 

So be it! Just the laws which bid + 

The fatal bullet penetrate, + 

Or innocently past me fly. + 

Good governs all! The hour draws nigh + 

Of life or death predestinate. + 

Blest be the labours of the light, + 

And blest the shadows of the night. + 