Nor heed, perchance, amid their fate or care, Then by that deluge sea, our destined grave, Shall lonely Silence sit, and watch the wave, B.-Enough! when talk thus allegoric grows, Fain would I yawn, and wish it at a close. A. Then here we part. Yet end we here to say, My days to cheat with charm of others' song, Th' unpurchased duties of a life retired. From guilt, from hate, as best I may, aloof; Too weak to cast, too shy to meet reproof; Yet proud, in virtue's cause, faint voice to raise, D RHYMED PLEA FOR TOLERANCE. DIALOGUE II. "For the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life." 2 Cor. iii. 6. A. THAT preacher's strain I never could approve, Who, but in driblets, dwells on Christian love; And when, in sooth, not wholly passing by, Seems not so much to teach, as not deny; Contracts the narrow-straitens still the strait. And though, at length, our senatorial band, Reluctantly-with cold and grudging hand Hath loosed faith's sterner statutes-yet a few Retained, for old misdeeds to gall the Jew— Those sterner statutes custom's iron pen, Love the mere deed-drips oft from saving sense, And many a slow concession filters thence; -But largest Prudence ne'er was Virtue's whole 1, And thus, even now, our world may little spare Of Tolerance, that might win it to forbear, For Pride aye wields an over-ready rod To smite the wretch denounced a waif from God; -Nor slow, meanwhile, her own harsh heart to please With that old unction, "I am not like These." |