Once thou wert simply honest, just and pure,
Whole as thou thought’st, and never wish’d a cure:
‘What must I do,’ I said, ‘my soul to free?’
‘Do nothing, man—it will be done for thee.’—
‘But must I not, my reverend guide, believe?’
‘If thou art call’d thou wilt the faith receive:’—
‘But I repent not.’—Angry he replied,
‘If thou art call’d thou need’st naught beside:
Attend on us, and if ’tis Heaven’s decree