_in four Strophes and Antistrophes._
Unless the right cause gains here there will be an outbreak of new
laws, general recklessness, and woes of slain kindred with no Furies to
avenge. Awe is good as watchman of the soul, and calm Wisdom gained by
sorrow; it is not the lawless life that is to be praised, but from the
soul's true health comes the fair fortune, loved of all mankind and aim
of many a prayer. He who reveres not the High Altar of Justice, but
dareth and transgresseth all, will, perforce, as time wears on, have to
take in sail,
When trouble makes him hers, and each yard-arm
Is shivered by the blast,
and in vain he struggles mid the whirling waves, ever failing to
weather round the perilous promontory till he is wrecked on the reefs
of Vengeance. {535}