![Ecclesiastical Sonnets - Part I. - XVIII - Apology, By: William Wordsworth](https://i0.wp.com/poetrycatalog.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/08/Ecclesiastical-Sonnets-Part-I-XVIII-Apology-By-William-Wordsworth.png?resize=750%2C420&ssl=1)
Nor scorn the aid which Fancy oft doth lend
The Soul’s eternal interests to promote:
Death, darkness, danger, are our natural lot;
And evil Spirits ‘may’ our walk attend
For aught the wisest know or comprehend;
Then be ‘good’ Spirits free to breathe a note
Of elevation; let their odours float
Around these Converts; and their glories blend,
The midnight stars outshining, or the blaze
Of the noon-day. Nor doubt that golden cords
Of good works, mingling with the visions, raise
The Soul to purer worlds: and ‘who’ the line
Shall draw, the limits of the power define,
That even imperfect faith to man affords?