Her thoughts unsettled, anxious, and unsound;
Low, superstitious, querulous, and weak,
She sought for rest, but knew not how to seek;
And their instructions, though in kindness meant
Were far from yielding the desired content. 90
They hoped to give her notions of their own,
And talk’d of ‘feelings’ she had never known;
They ask’d of her ‘experience,’ and they bred
In her weak mind a melancholy dread
Of something wanting in her faith, of some—