Of popular feelings,—I can never wish
To have them with us. We must walk in doubt
And fear, and do our parts, come what come may.”
“Yes,” said he, pausing, “very true”: with look
Half-loving and half-pitying. “My friend,
You now must creep no more; for all too long
You have in country hamlets shady grown.
For part of this our duty, ere we die,
Is to be up and stirring; we must rise
Or be for ever fallen: God will help.