Confusedly conscious of her dignity,
Suggested truths they could not understand.
In Lust’s dominion, and in Passion’s storm, 590
Truth’s system broken, scatter’d fragments lay,
As light in chaos, glimmering through the gloom:
Smit with the pomp of lofty sentiments,
Pleased Pride proclaim’d, what Reason disbelieved.
Pride, like the Delphic priestess, with a swell,
Raved nonsense, destined to be future sense,
When life immortal, in full day, shall shine;