Chapter VIII

From this entangling labyrinthine maze
Of doctrine, creed and theory; from vague
Vain speculations; the detested plague
Of spiritual pride, and vile affrays
Sectarian, good Lord, deliver me!
Nature! thy placid monitory glory
Shines uninterrogated, while the story
Goes round of this and that theology,
This creed, and that, till patience close the list.
Once more on Carronben’s wind-shrilling height
To sit in sovereign solitude, and quite
Forget the hollow world--a pantheist
Beyond Bonaventura! This were cheer
Passing the tedious tale of shallow pulpiteer.