Till morning fair / Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice grey.

I form'd them free, and free they must remain, Till they enthral themselves

Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars / White, black, and grey, with all their trumpery.

The bright morning star, day's harbinger.

A little onward lend thy guiding hand / To these dark steps, a little further on.

Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.