In error still for e’er and aye,
      They see not, hear not many things;
    The unseen forces do not weigh,
      And each an unknown mystery brings.

    In error still for e’er and aye,
      They delve for phantom shapes that ride
    Across their minds alone,—­and they
      But mock the folly of man’s pride.

    In error still for e’er and aye! 
      They learn but little all their lives,
    And Wisdom ever wings her way,
      Evading ever,—­while man strives!

    But hark! another song rings through the gloom,
      And, oh, how sweet the music far doth come! 
    Oh, hear it, all ye souls in your despair,
      For joy it brings to sorrowing ones e’en here!

    “There is a Deep Unknown beyond,
      That all things hidden well doth weigh! 
    On man’s blind vision rests the bond
      Of error still for e’er and aye!

    “But to the mighty gods, oh, turn
      For truth to lead you on your way,
    And wisdom from their tablets learn,
      And ever hope for e’er and aye!”

And see! the hags disperse within the gloom,
As those sweet sounds resound within the room;
And now a glorious light doth shine around,
Their rays of peace glide o’er the gloomy ground. 
And lo! ’tis Papsukul, our god of Hope,—­
With cheerful face comes down the fearful slope
Of rugged crags, and blithely strides to where
Our hero stands, amid the poisonous air,
And says: 
          “Behold, my King, that glorious Light
That shines beyond! and eye no more this sight
Of dreariness, that only brings despair,
For phantasy of madness reigneth here!”
The King in wonder carefully now eyes
The messenger divine with great surprise,
And says: 
          “But why, thou god of Hope, do I
Thus find thee in these realms of agony? 
This World around me banishes thy feet
From paths that welcome here the god of Fate
And blank despair, and loss irreparable. 
Why comest thou to woe immeasurable?”

“You err, my King, for hope oft rules despair;
I ofttimes come to reign with darkness here;
When I am gone, the god of Fate doth reign;
When I return, I soothe these souls again.” 
“So thus you visit all these realms of woe,
To torture them with hopes they ne’er can know? 
Avaunt!  If this thy mission is on Earth
Or Hell, thou leavest after thee but dearth!”
“Not so, my King! behold yon glorious sphere,
Where gods at last take all these souls from here! 
Adieu! thou soon shalt see the World of Light,
Where joy alone these souls will e’er delight.”