And what of Christ, who ate and drank with all,
Call’d glutton and a bibber, yes, of wine?—
Was He no saint?—What think you mortals need—
To learn of life that never can be theirs?
Nay, nay, to learn of life, inspired by love,
Which all can live, made better by its power.
If you a saint would be, oh, do not seek
For truth so sunder’d from the common thought,
For love that knows no common sympathies.”