No notice take of man’s backslidings from its way.
Give thanks and praises, rather, you’re not made like them.
Lusts of the flesh, concupiscence, soil not your stem.125
Had I imposed upon you that great burden, sore;
The heavens would not have been your home for evermore.
The chastity that decks your spirit-nature now,
Reflection is of purity that lights My brow.
Know, this is but a quality you hold from Me.
So shall th’ accursed one not make you slaves to be!”
E’en as the Prophet’s scribe, with self-importance puffed,