text:  This was the moral calm and deep which to my musing thought From all the varying views of man and life reflection brought-- That most things are not what they seem and that the outward shows Of grade and rank are only masks that hide our joys and woes; That with the soul the soul alone resides the awful power To light with sunshine or o'ergloom the solitary hour; And that the human heart is but a riddle to be read When all the darkness round it now in other worlds hath fled