The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.
The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable.
Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.
And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters
The twilight that surrounds the border-land of old romance.
How can I teach your children gentleness and mercy to the weak, and reverence for life, which in its nakedness and excess, is still a gleam of God's omnipotence, when by your laws, your actions and your speech, you contradict the very things I teach?