document.write("O, thy bright eyes must answer now,<br />When Reason, with a scornful brow,<br />Is mocking at my overthrow!<br />O, thy sweet tongue must plead for me,<br />And tell why I have chosen thee!<br /><br />Stern Reason is to judgment come,<br />Arrayed in all her forms of gloom:<br />Wilt thou, my advocate, be dumb?<br />No, radiant angel, speak and say<br />Why I did cast the world away;<br /><br />Why I have presevered to shun<br />The common paths that others run,<br />And on a strange road journeyed on,<br />Heedless alike of wealth and power,<br />Of Glory\\\'s wreath and Pleasure\\\'s flower.<br /><br />These once, indeed, seemed Beings Divine;<br />And they, perchance, heard vows of mine,<br />And saw my offerings on their shrine;<br />But careless gifts are seldom prized,<br />And mine were worthily despised.<br /><br />So, with a ready heart I swore<br />To seek their altar-stone no more;<br />And gave my spirit to adore<br />Thee, ever-present, phantom thing—<br />My slave, my comrade, and my king.<br /><br />A slave, because I rule thee still,<br />Incline thee to my changeful will,<br />And make thy influence good or ill;<br />A comrade, for by day and night<br />Thou art my intimate delight,—<br /><br />My darling pain that wounds and sears,<br />And wrings a blessing out of tears<br />Be deadening me to earthly cares;<br />And yet, a king, though Prudence well<br />Have taught thy subject to rebel.<br /><br />And I am wrong to worship where<br />Faith cannot doubt, nor Hope despair,<br />Since my own soul can grant my prayer?<br />Speak, God of Visions, plead for me,<br />And tell why I have chosen thee!");