Is never seen, has never trod,
E’en thus it is that some, through me,
The Master’s face may never see.
Because, professing to be wise,
And to have found the Truth, the Way,
I oft am seen in Folly’s guise,
Unmindful whom I thus betray,—
Yet so it is that some, through me,
To heaven’s gate may lose the key.
Because, professing his dear name