“Procuress to the lords of hell”—
by advocating sin as the path to sanctity.
LIV.
This Poem expresses a hope in Universalism—
“that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill”—
that natural propensities, wilful sins, imperfect faith, and inherited weakness, may all find a pardonable solution.
He hopes that nothing has been made in vain—
“That not one life shall be destroy’d,
Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete.”
But how reverently does he touch this mysterious subject!
“Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last—far off—at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.
So runs my dream: but what am I?
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light:
And with no language but a cry.”