If we had grace to wait, if we had hearts to feel: }
Others, to reason trusting, said, [‘Believe]
As she directs, and what she proves receive;’
While many told us, [‘It] is all but guess,
Stick to your church, and calmly acquiesce.’
“Thus, doubting, wearied, hurried, and perplex’d,
This world was lost in thinking of the next;
When spoke my brother—‘From my soul I hate 510
This clash of thought, this ever doubting state;
For ever seeking certainty, yet blind