LATITUDINARIANISM

By William Wordsworth

Yet Truth is keenly sought for, and the wind

Charged with rich words poured out in thought's defence;

Whether the Church inspire that eloquence,

Or a Platonic Piety confined

To the sole temple of the inward mind;

And One there is who builds immortal lays,

Though doomed to tread in solitary ways,

Darkness before and danger's voice behind;

Yet not alone, nor helpless to repel

Sad thoughts; for from above the starry sphere

Come secrets, whispered nightly to his ear;

And the pure spirit of celestial light

Shines through his soul — “that he may see and tell

Of things invisible to mortal sight. "