Year after year, the hurried man
Obey’d those fiends from place to place;
Till his religious change began
To form a frenzied child of grace.
For, as the fury lost its strength,
The mind reposed; by slow degrees
Came lingering hope, and brought at length,
To the tormented spirit, ease:
This slave of sin, whom fiends could seize,
Felt or believed their power had end: -