Or wavered, where reluctant doubts confuse,
In that strange zone of ruminating views,
Where progress and established custom meet;
Yes, crossed its boundaries with reckless feet.
In that stern Empire, on disruption's brink,
Some things you may,—and some you may not,—think;
Express yourself, and instantly disgraced,
Your steps may point toward a Siberian waste;
Your substance confiscated by a court
Where equity is but a theme for sport;