Who hath not love of God, compulsion’s slave’s, by right.
This union’s based on truth (compulsion is too proud);
It is a glimpse of sunshine breaking through a cloud.
Be it compulsion. Man’s compulsion it is not;—
Not the compulsion of browbeating from a sot.
Compulsion’s felt by them, my very worthy friend,
Whose eyes of faith, ope’d in their hearts, on God attend.95
The absent and the future patent are to them;
To speak about the past is what they most contemn.
Election and compulsion, theirs, are not the same.