Oft he seems to hide his face, / But unexpectedly returns / And to his faithful champion hath in place / Bore witness gloriously.

Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.

The seraph Abdiel, faithful found, / Among the faithless, faithful only he.

Last came, and last did go, / The Pilot of the Galilean lake, / Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain, / (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).

At whose sight all the stars / Hide their diminished heads.

Where's the face / One would meet in every place? / Where's the voice, however soft, / One would hear so very oft?