This light comes from a neighbour’s lamp, with oil supplied.
Give thanks for it. Be not puffed up. Snort not, good man!
To me lend ear. Presumption chase to utmost span.30
Alas! that this most transient ray of dubious light,
The nations has seduced from God’s sole path of right.
I’ll be the very slave of him, who, at each stage,
Will not suppose the goal ’tis of his pilgrimage.
How many stages are there must be left behind,
Before the traveller reach the home he bears in mind.
Although the iron may glow red, the colour’s not