God’s prompting’s what I follow, docile, meek.
“Is soaring my vocation? Heaven’s my pinions’ goal.
Do I revolve? My centre’s fixed in highest shoal.90
If load I carry, I well know where this is due.
I’m but a moon; a Sun before me gives the cue.
I’ve no desire for converse with material things.
An ocean flows not from a meadow brook’s scant springs.
I frame discourse to suit the feeble minds of men.
This system has no fault; it met our Prophet’s ken.
“I’m free from prejudice; accept a free man’s oath.