Yet this man is the only Thinker, the only Aspirant, amongst them all.

He still looks for a future of peace and mercy, to begin,--ay! at what date?
When he has swept away every foe.

Fool! new foes spring from every drop of blood.
Led by the eyes of the Unutterable, he is walking to his doom.
O Viola, thy innocence protects thee! Thou whom the sweet humanities of love shut out even from the dreams of aerial and spiritual beauty, making thy heart a universe of visions fairer than the wanderer over the rosy Hesperus can survey,--shall not the same pure affection encompass thee, even here, with a charmed atmosphere, and terror itself fall harmless on a life too innocent for wisdom?
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