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58 Dread Spirits! to torment the good

Why wander from your course so far,

Disordering colour form and stature!

—Let good men feel the soul of Nature,

And see things as they are.

I know you, potent Spirits! well,

How with the feeling and the sense

Playing, ye govern foes or friends,

Yok'd to your will, for fearful ends—

And this I speak in reverence!

But might I give advice to you,

Whom in my fear I love so well,

From men of pensive virtue go,

Dread Beings! and your empire show

On hearts like that of Peter Bell.