From the maturing crucible, we find
Its slow sure coaxing-out of virtue, hid
"In that same meteor-mass, hath uncombined
Those particles and, yielding for result
Gold, not mere flame, by so much leaves behind
"The heroic product. E'en the simple cult
Of Edom's children wisely bids them turn
Cheek to the smiter with 'Sic Jesus vult.'
"Say there 's a tyrant by whose death we earn
Freedom, and justify a war to wage: