There was some ill—but he, she knew, was good;
It was a traffic—but was done by night— 180
If wrong, how trade? why secrecy, if right?
But Robert’s conscience, she believed, was pure—
And that he read his Bible she was sure.
James, better taught, in confidence declared
His grief for what his guilty brother dared:
He sigh’d to think how near he was akin
To one [seduced] by godless men to sin;
Who, being always of the law in dread,