By the power Mat Arnold calls: ‘A stream of tendency,’
By the Christianity we have proved a sham,
By the lowering name that darkened Hebrew story
We have turned to ‘Thou art not,’ that was once ‘I Am;’
We thy singers, we thy sons that work thee glory
With the unburnt offerings of our worthless verses
Heaped on thy shrine, adjure thee and adore thee:
I, the clamouring herd’s choragus, I implore thee:
By all the things that we bemire with curses—
That is, by all the holy things that are,