Yet more,—for once believe religion's flattering tale;
Thou hast a soul, yea, and a God,—but be not therefore humbled;
Thy Maker's self was glad to live and die—a man;
The brightest jewel in His crown is voluntary manhood:
By deep dishonour, and great price, bought He that envied freedom,
But thou wast born an heir of all, thy Master scarce could earn.
O climax unto pride, O triumph of humanity,
O triple crown upon thy brow, most high and mighty Self!
Arise, thou Lord of all, thou greater than a God!—
How saidst thou, wretched being?—cast thy glance within;