In love immense, inviolably just!
Thou, rather than thy justice should be stain’d,
Didst stain the cross; and work of wonders far
The greatest, that thy dearest far might bleed.
Bold thought! shall I dare speak it, or repress? 210
Should man more execrate, or boast, the guilt
Which roused such vengeance? which such love inflamed?
O’er guilt (how mountainous!), with outstretch’d arms,
Stern justice, and soft-smiling love embrace,
Supporting, in full majesty, thy throne,