The cloud, and light upon the world is cast.
That look composed and soften’d I survey’d,
And met the glance fraternal less afraid;
Though in those looks was something of command,
And traits of what I fear’d to understand.
“Then spoke the spirit—George, I pray, attend—
‘First let all doubts of thy religion end—
The word reveal’d is true: inquire no more; 600
Believe in meekness, and with thanks adore;
Thy priest attend, but not in all rely,