Thus far have I proceeded in a theme

Renewed with no kind auspices:—to feel

We are not what we have been, and to deem

We are not what we should be,—and to steel

The heart against itself; and to conceal,

With a proud caution, love, or hate, or aught,—

Passion or feeling, purpose, grief, or zeal,—

Which is the tyrant Spirit of our thought,

Is a stern task of soul:—No matter,—it is taught.[349]