Chapter LVI

A freezing horror crept through every vein,
As Williams heard the son of Nature speak;
And humbled stood he, for that ire profane
Was but his own that did new semblance take
In that wild man;--there stood the ancient Cain
And here the modern, better skilled to check
The wayward passions, and how dark soe’er
The mirror there might be, the real form was here.