Life may change, but it may fly not;
Hope may vanish, but can die not;
Truth be veiled, but still it burneth;
Love repulsed, - but it returneth!

Yet were life a charnel, where
Hope lay coffined with Despair;
Yet were Truth a sacred lie,
Love were lust --

                           If Liberty
Lent not life its soul of light,
Hope its iris of delight,
Truth its prophet's robe to wear,
Love its power to give and bear.