V.

The Beings of the Mind are not of clay: Essentially immortal, they create And multiply in us a brighter ray And more beloved existence:[384] that which Fate Prohibits to dull life in this our state[lf] Of mortal bondage, by these Spirits supplied, First exiles, then replaces what we hate; Watering the heart whose early flowers have died, And with a fresher growth replenishing the void.