Into sensations near the heart: meantime, But when events Brought less encouragement, and unto these Could through my understanding's natural growth As could not be impeached, was sought elsewhere. But now, become oppressors in their turn, Frenchmen had changed a war of self-defence For one of conquest, losing sight of all Which they had struggled for: now mounted up, Openly in the eye of earth and heaven, The scale of Liberty. I read her doom, With anger vexed, with disappointment sore, But not dismayed, nor taking to the shame Of a false prophet. While resentment rose, Striving to hide, what naught could heal, the wounds Of mortified presumption, I adhered More firmly to old tenets, and, to prove Their temper, strained them more; and thus, in heat Of contest, did opinions every day Grow into consequence, till round my mind This was the time, when, all things tending fast To depravation, speculative schemesThat promised to abstract the hopes of Man Out of his feelings, to be fixed thenceforth For ever in a purer element Found ready welcome. Tempting region that Where passions had the privilege to work, Flattered the young, pleased with extremes, nor least With that which makes our Reason's naked self Which, to the blind restraints of general laws One guide, the light of circumstances, flashed Thus expectation rose again; thus hope From her first ground expelled, grew proud once more. Oft, as my thoughts were turned to human kind, I scorned indifference; but inflamed with thirst Of a secure intelligence, and sick Of other longing, I pursued what seemed A more exalted nature; wished that Man (Sustained by worthier as by wiser thoughts) To feel it; but return we to our course. Enough, 't is true, could such a plea excuse Those aberrations, had the clamorous friends Of ancient Institutions said and done To bring disgrace upon their very names; Was given to old opinions; all men's minds Suffice it here to add, that, somewhat stern And therefore bold to look on painful things, Free likewise of the world, and thence more bold, I summoned my best skill, and toiled, intent To anatomize the frame of social life, Yea, the whole body of society Searched to its heart. the wish Share with me, Friend! That some dramatic tale, endued with shapes Suspiciously, to establish in plain day Her titles and her honors; now believing, With impulse, motive, right and wrong, the ground Of obligation, what the rule and whence This was the crisis of that strong disease, Of good and evil; knows not what to fear And who, if those could be discerned, would yet Where is the obligation to enforce ? And to acknowledged law rebellious, still, Depressed, bewildered thus, I did not walk With scoffers, seeking light and gay revenge From indiscriminate laughter, nor sat down In reconcilement with an utter waste Of intellect such sloth I could not brook, (Too well I loved, in that my spring of life, Painstaking thoughts, and truth, their dear reward, |