Self-Examination

Open, my heart, thy ruddy valves ;
It is thy master calls ;
Let me go down and, curious, trace
Thy labyrinthine halls.
Open, O heart, and let me view
The secrets of thy den ;
My self unto myself now show
With introspective ken.

Expose thyself, thou covered nest
Of passions, and be seen ;
Stir up thy brood, that in unrest
Are ever piping keen.
Ah ! what a motley multitude,
Magnanimous and mean !