Thus wilt thou gain a soul, in mercy given to thy Faith.
Look aside to lack of faith, the mass of ills it bringeth:
All things treacherous, base, and vile, dissolving the brotherhood of men.
Bonds break; the cement hath lost its hold; and each is separate from other;
That which should be neighbourly and good, is cankered into bitterness and evil.
O thou serpent, fell Suspicion, coiling coldly round the heart,—
O thou asp of subtle Jealousy, stinging hotly to the soul,—
O distrust, reserve, and doubt,—what reptile shapes are here,
Poisoning the garden of a world with death among its flowers!
No need of many words, the tale is easy to be told;