Yet light is the sin of the smiter, and verily kicketh the beam,
To the weight of that man's wickedness, whose slow relentless hatred
Met him at every turn, with patient continuance in evil.
Doubtless, eternal wrath shall be heaped upon that spiteful enemy.
It is vain, it is vain, saith the preacher; there be none but the righteous and the wicked,
Base rebels, and staunch allies, the true knight, and the traitor:
And he beareth strong witness among men, There is no neutral ground,
The broad highway and narrow path map out the whole domain;
Sit here among the saints, these holy chosen few,
Or grovel there a wretched condemned, to die among the million.