From the Cape, demon-haunted, a Spirit[93] arose,
It was clad in a mantle of gray,
And it stalked to Colenso, and said, “I depose
A priest who can propagate volumes like those!”
But a stern apparition cried “Nay!”
In a voice full of sweetness, but cold as a stone,
“I forbid you to touch him!” it said.
“You are phantoms alike—if you want flesh and bone,
Go pray Three Estates; for a Monarch alone