Figure B4 FAINT

The truth is at the bottom of a well:

So said the Atomist in ancient days.

Yet here is fungus and an awful smell.

Is this, then, the conclusion of our maze?

Not so, for see the dimly gleaming rays

That whet, but do not satiate, our sight,

And, for the last time, upward find our ways

Out of damp, uncomfortable night,

To where, if not an end, at least there will be light.