From such reflections sprung the painful fear— 80
“The Foe of Souls is too familiar here;
My master stands between: so far, so good;
But ’tis at best a dangerous neighbourhood.”
Then livelier thoughts began this fear to chase—
“It is a gainful, a convenient place.
If I should quit—another takes the pen,
And what a chance for my preferment then?
Religion nothing by my going gains;
If I depart, my master still remains.