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VI. :::The Fairy calmly smiled In comfort, and a kindling gleam of hope
 * Suffused the Spirits lineaments.

Oh! rest thee tranquil; chase those fearful doubts, Which ne'er could rack an everlasting soul, That sees the chains which bind it to its doom. Yes! crime and misery are in yonder earth,
 * Falsehood, mistake, and lust;
 * But the eternal world

Contains at once the evil and the cure. Some eminent in virtue shall start up,
 * Even in perversest time:

The truths of their pure lips, that never die, Shall bind the scorpion falsehood with a wreath
 * Of ever-living flame,

Until the monster sting itself to death.
 * How sweet a scene will earth become!

Of purest spirits, a pure dwelling-place, Symphonious with the planetary spheres, When man, with changeless nature coalescing, Will undertake regeneration's work, When its ungenial poles no longer point
 * To the red and baleful sun
 * That faintly twinkles there.


 * Spirit! on yonder earth,
 * Falsehood now triumphs; deadly power

Has fixed its seal upon the lip of truth!
 * Madness and misery are there!

The happiest is most wretched! yet confide, Until pure health-drops from the cup of joy,