VI. YE brood of Conscience-Spectres! that fre quent The bad man's restless walk, and haunt his bed Fiends in your aspect, yet beneficent In act, as hovering Angels when they spread Their wings to guard the unconscious Inno cent 5 Slow be the Statutes of the land to share In the full might they hitherto have shown, VII. 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, must seek. But lamentably do they err who strain His mandates, given rash impulse to control 10 VIII. FIT retribution, by the moral code Determined, lies beyond the State's embrace, Yet, as she may, for each peculiar case She plants well-measured terrors in the road Of wrongful acts. broad, Downward it is and 5 And, the main fear once doomed to banishment, Far oftener then, bad ushering worse event, Blood would be spilt that in his dark abode Crime might lie better hid. And, should the change ΙΟ Take from the horror due to a foul deed, IX. THOUGH to give timely warning and deter 5 Speaking through Law's dispassionate voice the State Endues her conscience with external life The grovelling mind, the erring to recall, IO X. OUR bodily life, some plead, that life the shrine Of an immortal spirit, is a gift 5 So sacred, so informed with light divine, For earthly sight. "Eternity and Time" Even so; but measuring not by finite sense XI. Ан, think how one compelled for life to abide Locked in a dungeon needs must eat the heart Out of his own humanity, and part With every hope that mutual cares provide; And, should a less unnatural doom confide 5 In life-long exile on a savage coast, Of yet more heinous guilt, with fiercer pride. Hence thoughtful Mercy, Mercy sage and pure, Sanctions the forfeiture that Law demands, 10 Leaving the final issue in His hands Whose goodness knows no change, whose love is sure, Who sees, foresees; who cannot judge amiss, And wafts at will the contrite soul to bliss. XII. SEE the Condemned alone within his cell ΙΟ Does in this change exceedingly rejoice; XIII. CONCLUSION. 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; Nor is, they feel, its wisdom obsolete 5 (Would that it were!) the sacrifice unmeet rod, But leave it thence to drop for lack of use: ΙΟ XIV. APOLOGY. THE formal World relaxes her cold chain gain, Imagination works with bolder hope The cause of grateful reason to sustain ; 5 And, serving Truth, the heart more strongly beats Against all barriers which his labour meets Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way |