As Brutus did to virtue, “Liberty,
I worshipped thee, and find thee but a shade!”
Such recantation had for me no charm,
Nor would I bend to it.’
The subject is afterwards resumed, with the same magnanimity and philosophical firmness:
——‘For that other loss,
The loss of confidence in social man,
By the unexpected transports of our age
Carried so high, that every thought which looked
Beyond the temporal destiny of the kind—