Were wanting; and simplicity of life;
And reverence for himself; and, last and best,
Confiding thoughts, through[138] love and fear of Him
Before whose sight the troubles of this world
Are vain, as billows in a tossing sea.
"The glory of the times fading away—
The splendour, which had given a festal air
To self-importance, hallowed it, and veiled
From his own sight—this gone, he forfeited[139]
All joy in human nature; was consumed,