The Soul's Probation: Scene 5

Hour upon hour on end, as oft he doth, I long for those old days of which I spake. How oft would Felix earnestly declare That in the quiet heart enshrined, the soul Must learn to treasure up the spirit-gifts From worlds divine in mercy sent to her. He held it treachery to that high speech Of spirit, to reveal it to an ear That was but open to the world of sense.