However art might weave therein her spell,
Seemed nature’s gift, man’s talents—and more strong
The hand of destiny to mould his life.
Tradition’s mountainweight, and prejudice
With dull oppressive hand will always quench
The strength of e’en the very best of words.
But that which here reveals itself in speech
Gives men, who think as I do, food for thought.
Clearly we saw the kind of consequence
That comes when sects, in superheated speech,