And courting smiles from bigotry appeased,

And grinning hell that holds the whole its own,

Preach up the crucifixion of the soul

To save the body, save the outward form.

A church is His no more, whose rites or creeds

Keep souls untrue to truth within that shows

God’s tempering there, the touch that makes man man.”

LXIII.

I swore it should not be, it could not be;