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Ye brood of Conscience—Spectres! that frequent The bad man's restless walk, and haunt his

bedFiends in your aspect, yet beneficent In act, as hovering Angels when they spread Their wings to guard the unconscious Innocent— 5 Slow be the Statutes of the land to share A laxity that could not but impair Your power to punish crime, and so prevent. And ye, Beliefs! coiled serpent-like about The adage on all tongues," Murder will out," 10 How shall your ancient warnings work for

good In the full might they hitherto have shown, If for deliberate shedder of man's blood Survive not Judgment that requires his own?


Before the world had past her time of youth
While polity and discipline were weak,
The precept eye for eye, and tooth for tooth,
Came forth—a light, though but as of day-
Strong as could then be borne. A Master

meek 5

Proscribed the spirit fostered by that rule,
Patience his law, long-suffering Ms school,
And love the end, which all through peace

must seek.
But lamentably do they err who strain

His mandates, given rash impulse to control 10 And keep vindictive thirstings from the sonl, So far that, if consistent in their scheme, Theyjnust forbid the State to inflict a pain, Making of social order a mere dream.


Fit retribution, by the moral code
Determined, lies beyond the State's embrace,
Yet, as she may, for each peculiar case
She plants well-measured terrors in the road
Of wrongful acts. Downward it is and

broad, 5

And, the main fear once doomed to banishment, Far oftener then, bad ushering worse event, Blood would be spilt that in his dark abode Crime might lie better hid. And, should the

change Take from the horror due to a foul deed, 10 Pursuit and evidence so far must fail, And, guilt escaping, passion then might plead In angry spirits for her old free range, And the " wild justice of revenge" prevail.


Though to give timely warning and deter
Is one great aim of penalty, extend
Thy mental vision further and ascend
Far higher, else full surely shalt thou err.
What is a State? The wise behold in her
A creature born of time, that keeps one eye
Fixed on the statutes of Eternity,
To which her judgments reverently defer.

Speaking through Law's dispassionate voice

the State Endues her conscience with external life 10 And being, to preclude or quell the strife Of individual will, to elevate The grovelling mind, the erring to recall, And fortify the moral sense of all.


Our bodily life, some plead, that life the

shrine Of an immortal spirit, is a gift So sacred, so informed with light divine, That no tribunal, though most wise to sift Deed and intent, should turn the Being adrift 5 Into that world where penitential tear May not avail, nor prayer have for God's ear A voice—that world whose veil no hand can

lift For earthly sight. "Eternity and Time" They urge, "have interwoven claims and rights Not to be jeopardised through foulest crime: n The sentence rule by mercy's heaven-born

lights." Even so; but measuring not by finite sense Infinite Power, perfect Intelligence.


Ah, think how one compelled for life to abide
Locked in a dungeon needs must eat the heart
Out of his own humanity, and part
With every hope that mutual cares provide;
And, should a less unnatural doom confide 5

In life-long exile on a savage coast,

Soon the relapsing penitent may boast

Of yet more heinous guilt, with fiercer pride.

Hence thoughtful Mercy, Mercy sage and pure,

Sanctions the forfeiture that Law demands, 10

Leaving the final issue in His hands

Whose goodness knows no change, whose love

is sure, Who sees, foresees; who cannot judge amiss, And wafts at will the contrite soul to bliss.


See the Condemned alone within his cell
And prostrate at some moment when remorse
Stings to the quick, and, with resistless force,
Assaults the pride she strove in vain to quell.
Then mark him, him who could so long rebel, 5
The crime confessed, a kneeling Penitent
Before the Altar, where the Sacrament
Softens his heart, till from his eyes outwell
Tears of salvation. Welcome death! while

Does in this change exceedingly rejoice; 10
While yet the solemn heed the State hath given
Helps him to meet the last Tribunal's voice
In faith, which fresh offences, were he cast
On old temptations, might for ever blast.


Yes, though He well may tremble at the sound
Of his own voice, who from the judgment-seat
Sends the -pule Convict to his last retreat

In death; though Listeners shudder all around,
They know the dread requital's source pro-
found; 5
Nor is, they feel, its wisdom obsolete—
(Would that it were !) the sacrifice unmeet
For Christian Faith. But hopeful signs abound;
The social rights of man breathe purer air;
Eeligion deepens her preventive care; 10
Then, moved by needless fear of past abuse,
Strike not from Law's firm hand that awful

But leave it thence to drop for lack of use:
Oh, speed the blessed hour, Almighty G-od!



The formal World relaxes her cold chain
For One who speaks in numbers; ampler scope
His utterance finds; and, conscious of the

gain, Imagination works with bolder hope The cause of grateful reason to sustain; 5

And, serving Truth, the heart more strongly

beats Against all barriers which his labour meets In lofty place, or humble Life's domain. Enough;—before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love 10 From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath

flowed Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way Each takes in this high matter, all may move Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day.

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