Duty and Love, these so consume the soul,
And virtues perish like the moths caught in
death’s flaming swirl; the multi-headed grin
of evil thwarts us striving toward our goal,
Taking protean shapes, and with phantasms foul
A chaotic web the teeming forests spin,
While the primeval waters’ untamed din
Affrights the mind, now courage consumed whole
retreats against the hordes’ advancing might.
Where can we turn for aid where friends are foes
And our own passions make us deaf to all.
Duty and Love yet only hold the light,
Though many be there adding to our woes,
These two alone still save us from the fall.