His knocking time; the soul’s dumb watch,
When spirits their Fair Kindred catch.
“Were all my loud, evil days,
Calm and unhaunted as is Thy dark Tent,
Whose peace but by some Angel’s wing or voice
Is seldom rent;
Then I in Heaven all the long year
Would keep, and never wander here.”
At the end he has these striking words—
“There is in God, some say,