Or again this:—
‘Though love repine and reason chafe,
There came a voice without reply:
“’Tis man’s perdition to be safe,
When for the truth he ought to die.”’
Excellent! but how seldom do we get from him a strain blown so clearly and firmly! Take another passage where his strain has not only clearness, it has also grace and beauty:—
‘And ever, when the happy child
In May beholds the blooming wild,
And hears in heaven the bluebird sing,