Know, while the pillory-eggs fly fast, they are
Not eggs, but the drowned soul of Hildebrand.
TO J. M.
Let Fate or Insufficiency provide
Mean ends for men who what they are would be:
Penned in their narrow day no change they see
Save one which strikes the blow to brutes and pride.
Our faith is ours and comes not on a tide:
And whether Earth’s great offspring, by decree,