With brutal shape he join’d the human face,
And idiot smiles approved the motley race.
Harmless at length th’ unhappy man was found,
The spirit settled, but the reason drown’d;
And all the dreadful tempest died away
To the dull stillness of the misty day.
And now his freedom he attain’d - if free
The lost to reason, truth, and hope, can be;
His friends, or wearied with the charge, or sure
The harmless wretch was now beyond a cure,