Amazing all, and most himself amazed:
No more he read his preachments pure and plain,
But launch’d outright, and rose and sank again:
At times he smiled in scorn, at times he wept,
And such sad coil with words of vengeance kept,
That our blest sleepers started as they slept.
‘Conviction comes like light’ning,’ he would cry;
‘In vain you seek it, and in vain you fly;
’Tis like the rushing of the mighty wind,
Unseen its progress, but its power you find;