Against time present, passion holds the scales: Hence equal ignorance of both prevails,
And nations sink; or, struggling to be free, Are doomed to flounder on, like wounded whales Tossed on the bosom of a stormy sea.
OUNG ENGLAND-what is then become of Old,
Of dear Old England? Think they she is dead, Dead to the very name? Presumption fed On empty air! That name will keep its hold In the true filial bosom's inmost fold
For ever. -The Spirit of Alfred, at the head Of all who for her rights watch'd, toil'd and bled, Knows that this prophecy is not too bold. What-how! shall she submit in will and deed To Beardless Boys-an imitative race, The servum pecus of a Gallic breed?
Dear Mother! if thou must thy steps retrace, Go where at least meek Innocency dwells; Let Babes and Sucklings be thy oracles.
EEL for the wrongs to universal ken
Daily exposed, woe that unshrouded lies; And seek the Sufferer in his darkest den, Whether conducted to the spot by sighs And moanings, or he dwells (as if the wren Taught him concealment) hidden from all eyes In silence and the awful modesties Of sorrow ;-feel for all, as brother Men! Rest not in hope want's icy chain to thaw By casual boons and formal charities; Learn to be just, just through impartial law; Far as ye may, erect and equalise; And, what ye cannot reach by statute, draw Each from his fountain of self-sacrifice!
SONNETS UPON THE PUNISHMENT OF DEATH
SUGGESTED BY The view of LANCASTER CASTLE (ON THE ROAD FROM THE SOUTH)
HIS Spot-at once unfolding sight so fair
Of sea and land, with yon grey towers that still Rise up as if to lord it over air—
Might soothe in human breasts the sense of ill, Or charm it out of memory; yea, might fill The heart with joy and gratitude to God For all his bounties upon man bestowed: Why bears it then the name of 'Weeping Hill '? Thousands, as toward yon old Lancastrian Towers, A prison's crown, along this way they past For lingering durance or quick death with shame, From this bare eminence thereon have cast Their first look-blinded as tears fell in showers Shed on their chains; and hence that doleful name.
ENDERLY do we feel by Nature's law
For worst offenders: though the heart will heave
With indignation, deeply moved we grieve,
In after-thought, for Him who stood in awe Neither of God nor man, and only saw, Lost wretch, a horrible device enthroned On proud temptations, till the victim groaned Under the steel his hand had dared to draw. But O, restrain compassion, if its course, As oft befalls, prevent or turn aside
Judgments and aims and acts whose higher source Is sympathy with the unforewarned, who died Blameless-with them that shuddered o'er his grave, And all who from the law firm safety crave.
HE Roman Consul doomed his sons to die
Who had betrayed their country. The stern word Afforded (may it through all time afford)
A theme for praise and admiration high. Upon the surface of humanity
He rested not; its depths his mind explored; He felt; but his parental bosom's lord Was Duty,-Duty calmed his agony.
And some, we know, when they by wilful act A single human life have wrongly taken, Pass sentence on themselves, confess the fact And, to atone for it, with soul unshaken Kneel at the feet of Justice, and, for faith Broken with all mankind, solicit death.
S Death, when evil against good has fought With such fell mastery that a man may dare By deeds the blackest purpose to lay bare- Is Death, for one to that condition brought,- For him, or any one,-the thing that ought To be most dreaded? Lawgivers, beware, Lest, capital pains remitting till ye spare The murderer, ye, by sanction to that thought Seemingly given, debase the general mind; Tempt the vague will tried standards to disown; Nor only palpable restraints unbind,
But upon Honour's head disturb the crown, Whose absolute rule permits not to withstand In the weak love of life his least command.
OT to the object specially designed, Howe'er momentous in itself it be,
Good to promote or curb depravity,
Is the wise Legislator's view confined.
His Spirit, when most severe, is oft most kind; As all Authority in earth depends
On Love and Fear, their several powers he blends, Copying with awe the one Paternal mind.
Uncaught by processes in show humane, He feels how far the act would derogate From even the humblest functions of the State, If she, self-shorn of Majesty, ordain
That never more shall hang upon her breath The last alternative of Life or Death.
E brood of Conscience-Spectres! that frequent The bad man's restless walk, and haunt his bed-Fiends in your aspect, yet beneficent
In act, as hovering Angels when they spread Their wings to guard the unconscious Innocent- 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,' 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?
EFORE 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-break, Strong as could then be borne. A Master meek
Proscribed the spirit fostered by that rule,
Patience his law, long-suffering his school,
And love the end, which all through peace must seek. But lamentably do they err who strain. His mandates, given rash impulse to controul And keep vindictive thirstings from the soul, So far that, if consistent in their scheme, They must forbid the State to inflict a pain, Making of social order a mere dream.
IT 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
Downward it is and broad, 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,
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.
HOUGH 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
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.
UR 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
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: The sentence rule by mercy's heaven-born lights.' Even so; but measuring not by finite sense Infinite Power, perfect Intelligence.
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