To the terrible disappointment that followed, we are indebted for the training of Wordsworth to the priesthood of nature's temple.

So was he possessed with the hope of a coming deliverance for the nations, that he spent many months in France during the Revolution.

At length he was forced to seek safety at home.

Dejected even to hopelessness for a time, he believed in nothing.

How could there be a God that ruled in the earth when such a rising sun of promise was permitted to set in such a sea! But for man to worship himself is a far more terrible thing than that blood should flow like water: the righteous plague of God allowed things to go as they would for a time.