Bishop Hardbrooke monologue (Act 3) — The Americans

We are living in an age in many ways Without a parallel. I sometimes think-- If I may say it not too seriously-- Of those last days we read of when the world Goes on its way unconscious of the end. We give and take in marriage, eat and drink, And meet our friends in social intercourse, And all the while a Spirit walks beside us, Enters our homes and writes upon our walls. There are whispers everywhere if we could hear them; And some of them grow louder with the days; And pools of quiet ruffle and show storms. You, Governor, feel the popular unrest As it manifests itself in politics, The shift of parties and of principles, Rocks that we used to think would never change. And brother Egerton in industry; He feels it.