But he knows how split the wise and the fools
When judging of rules they apply.
He feels that life worth living proceeds
From nature that prompts the bent of deeds;
And he lets the reins of his being go,
Whenever the soul moves upward so.
If he look to God through self or His Book,
Or leading the way through a bishop’s crook,
He welcomes whatever has worth in the new,
Though it grew outside of his Timbuctoo.