Then, too, the less that men from him expect,
The more the praise to the converting sect;
He had not yet subscribed to all their creed,
Nor own’d a Call, but he confess’d the need:
His aquiescent speech, his gracious look,
That pure attention, when the brethren spoke,
Was all contrition, - he had felt the wound,
And with confession would again be sound.
True, Swallow’s board had still the sumptuous treat;
But could they blame? the warmest zealots eat: