Fear not then, Spirit, death’s disrobing hand,
So welcome when the tyrant is awake,
So welcome when the bigot’s hell-torch flares;
’Tis but the voyage of a darksome hour, 560
The transient gulf-dream of a startling sleep. 
For what thou art shall perish utterly,
But what is thine may never cease to be;
Death is no foe to virtue:  earth has seen
Love’s brightest roses on the scaffold bloom, 565
Mingling with freedom’s fadeless laurels there,
And presaging the truth of visioned bliss. 
Are there not hopes within thee, which this scene
Of linked and gradual being has confirmed? 
Hopes that not vainly thou, and living fires 570
Of mind as radiant and as pure as thou,
Have shone upon the paths of men—­return,
Surpassing Spirit, to that world, where thou
Art destined an eternal war to wage
With tyranny and falsehood, and uproot 575
The germs of misery from the human heart. 
Thine is the hand whose piety would soothe
The thorny pillow of unhappy crime,
Whose impotence an easy pardon gains,
Watching its wanderings as a friend’s disease:  580
Thine is the brow whose mildness would defy
Its fiercest rage, and brave its sternest will,
When fenced by power and master of the world. 
Thou art sincere and good; of resolute mind,
Free from heart-withering custom’s cold control, 585
Of passion lofty, pure and unsubdued. 
Earth’s pride and meanness could not vanquish thee,
And therefore art thou worthy of the boon
Which thou hast now received:  virtue shall keep
Thy footsteps in the path that thou hast trod, 590
And many days of beaming hope shall bless
Thy spotless life of sweet and sacred love. 
Go, happy one, and give that bosom joy
Whose sleepless spirit waits to catch
Light, life and rapture from thy smile. 595

The Daemon called its winged ministers. 
Speechless with bliss the Spirit mounts the car,
That rolled beside the crystal battlement,
Bending her beamy eyes in thankfulness. 
The burning wheels inflame 600
The steep descent of Heaven’s untrodden way. 
Fast and far the chariot flew: 
The mighty globes that rolled
Around the gate of the Eternal Fane
Lessened by slow degrees, and soon appeared 605
Such tiny twinklers as the planet orbs
That ministering on the solar power
With borrowed light pursued their narrower way. 
Earth floated then below: 
The chariot paused a moment; 610
The Spirit then descended: 
And from the earth departing
The shadows with swift wings
Speeded like thought upon the light of Heaven.