Stanza 5

Must there be still some discord mix'd among The harmony of men; whose mood accords Best with contention tun'd to notes of wrong? That when War fails, Peace must make war with words, With words unto destruction arm'd more strong Than ever were our foreign Foeman's swords; Making as deep, tho' not yet bleeding wounds? What War left scarless, Calumny confounds.

Stanza 14

Truth lies entrapp'd where Cunning finds no bar: Since no proportion can there be betwixt Our actions, which in endless motion are, And ordinances, which are always fixt. Ten thousand Laws more cannot reach so far But Malice goes beyond, or lives commixt So close with Goodness, that, it ever will Corrupt, disguise, or counterfeit it still.

Stanza 15

And therefore would our glorious Alfred, who Join'd with the King's the good man's Majesty, Not leave Law's labyrinth without a clue-- Gave to deep skill its just authority,--

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But the last Judgement (this his Jury's plan)-- Left to the natural sense of Work-day Man

Adapted from an elder Poet.

Motto to The Friend, Essay xiii, 1818, i. 149; 1850, i. 113. Coleridge's alteration of, and addition to the text of Daniel's poem were first pointed out in an edition of The Friend, issued by H. N. Coleridge in 1837.