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YE brood of Conscience-Spectres ! that fre
quent The bad man's restless walk, and haunt his
bedFiends in your aspect, yet beneficent In act, as hovering Angels when they spread Their wings to guard the unconscious Inno
Slow be the Statutes of the land to share
ye, Beliefs ! coiled serpent-like about The adage on all tongues, “ Murder will out,” 10 How shall your ancient warnings work for
good In the full might they hitherto have shown, If for deliberate shedder of man's blood Survive not Judgment that requires his own?
BEFORE the world had past her time of youth
break, Strong as could then be borne. A Master meek
5 Proscribed the spirit fostered by that rule, Patience his law, long-suffering his school, And love the end, which all through peace
must seek. But lamentably do they err who strain
His mandates, given rash impulse to control 10
Fit retribution, by the moral code
change Take from the horror due to a foul deed, Pursuit and evidence so far must fail, And, guilt escaping, passion then might plead In angry spirits for her old free range, And the" wild justice of revenge" prevail.
Though to give timely warning and deter
Speaking through Law's dispassionate voice
Our bodily life, some plead, that life the
shrine Of an immortal spirit, is a gift So sacred, so informed with light divine, That no tribunal, though most wise to sift Deed and intent, should turn the Being adrift 5 Into that world where penitential tear May not avail, nor prayer have for God's ear A voice—that world whose veil no hand can
lift For earthly sight. “Eternity and Time" They urge, “ have interwoven claims and rights Not to be jeopardised through foulest crime: 1 The sentence rule by mercy's heaven-born
lights." Even so; but measuring not by finite sense Infinite Power, perfect Intelligence.
Ah, think how one compelled for life to abide
In life-long exile on a savage coast,
is sure, Who sees, foresees; who cannot judge amiss, And wafts at will the contrite soul to bliss.
SEE the Condemned alone within his cell
Yes, though He well may tremble at the sound Of his own voice, who from the judgment-seat Sends the pale Convict to his last retreat
In death; though Listeners shudder all around, They know the dread requital's source profound;
5 Nor is, they feel, its wisdom obsolete(Would that it were !) the sacrifice unmeet For Christian Faith. But hopeful signs abound; The social rights of man breathe purer air; Religion deepens her preventive care; Then, moved by needless fear of past abuse, Strike not from Law's firm hand that awful
rod, But leave it thence to drop for lack of use: Oh, speed the blessed hour, Almighty God!
THE formal World relaxes her cold chain
beats Against all barriers which his labour meets In lofty place, or humble Life's domain. Enough ;-before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love 10 From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence bath
flowed Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way Each takes in this high matter, all may move Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day.