Avaunt, vain Fear! thou Phantom of the mind,
Stranger to inward peace, to reason blind;
Thou Ignis Fatuus, which misleads the sense;
Against thy inroads where is the defence?
The Shield of Faith can best defy thy sway,
Ward off thy blows, and thy sharp stings allay.
Thou coward passion, of ignoble birth,
Whose utmost limits are confin'd to Earth,
In Heav'n, I trust, thy lawless pow'r wilt cease,
Th' abode of Angels, Harmony, and Peace!