Ye cannot halve the Gospel of God’s grace; + 

Men of presumptuous heart! I know you well. + 

Ye are of those who plan that we should dwell, + 

Each in his tranquil home and holy place; + 

Seeing the Word refines all natures rude, + 

And tames the stirrings of the multitude. + 

And ye have caught some echoes of its lore, + 

As heralded amid the joyous choirs; + 

Ye mark’d it spoke of peace, chastised desires, + 

Good-will and mercy⁠—and ye heard no more; + 

But, as for zeal and quick-eyed sanctity, + 

And the dread depths of grace, ye pass’d them by. + 

And so ye halve the Truth; for ye in heart, + 

At best, are doubters whether it be true, + 

The theme discarding, as unmeet for you, + 

Statesmen or Sages. O new-compass’d art + 

Of the ancient Foe!⁠—but what, if it extends + 

O’er our own camp, and rules amid our friends? + 