text:  And (till from the earth borne and stifled at length) The earth that he touches still gifts him with strength![7] So long as Man fancies that Fortune will live Like a bride with her lover united with Worth; For her favours alas! to the mean she will give-- And Virtue possesses no title to earth! That Foreigner wanders to regions afar Where the lands of her birthright immortally are! So long as Man dreams that to mortals a gift The Truth in her fulness of splendour will shine; The veil of the goddess no earth-born may lift And all we can learn is--to guess and divine! Dost thou seek in a dogma to prison her form? The spirit flies forth on the wings of the storm! O Noble Soul! fly from delusions like these More heavenly belief be it thine to adore; Where the Ear never hearkens the Eye never sees Meet the rivers of Beauty and Truth evermore! Not _without_ thee the streams--there the Dull seek them;--No! Look _within_ thee--behold both the fount and the flow! [7] This simile is nobly conceived but expressed somewhat obscurely