No trace of sin whatever;—moods cured best
By sunshine, clean clothes, larders full, good cheer.”
XL.
His words I styled “irreverent, unjust!”—
“I might be both of these,” he said, “in case
I blamed the poor souls for the life they lead.
But did I blame them? Nay, for in this world,
Between youth’s immature credulity,
That dares to think but what some guardian thinks,
And manhood’s faith mature that thinks for itself,