UNCURBED PASSION.

     A human Niagara, plunging from the height
     Of vain presumption to the sea of wrath
     Below.  An Alpine avalanche, in its might,
     Strewing the giddy traveller’s upward path
     With devastation; whirling him adown

     Into the steep abyss.  The unchained bolt
     Of sin’s dread electricity.  The revolt
     Of judgment.  Agent of the arch-traitor’s frown.
     The midnight tempest on a stormy sea.
     Reason’s eclipse.  The Mephistophiles

     That points the murderer’s weapon: Like to these,
     And in its headlong fury ever thus,
     Is Passion unrestrained: The simoom’s breath—
The entrance to the whirlpool, and to death. [Page 235]