My choler was aroused;—to wreck my patience went.
Half warmed with zeal for God, half stirred with anger’s fire,
Unholy partnership was formed ’twixt truth and ire.260
Thou wast designed and fashioned by a hand divine.
To God dost thou belong;—no creature art of mine.
Defacement of God’s work should be by God’s decree;
To break God’s pitcher, man a stone of God should see.”
The Magian heard. The light flashed on his heart and soul.
The clouds of misbelief, as fog, away did roll.
He spake: “The seed of wrongfulness is what I’ve sown.