Yet if, as holiest men have deemed, there be[dv]

A land of Souls beyond that sable shore,

To shame the Doctrine of the Sadducee

And Sophists, madly vain of dubious lore;

How sweet it were in concert to adore

With those who made our mortal labours light!

To hear each voice we feared to hear no more!

Behold each mighty shade revealed to sight,

The Bactrian, Samian sage, and all who taught the Right!