For what contend the wise? For nothing less
Than that pure faith dissolve the bonds of sense;
The soul, restored to God by evidence
Of things not seen,—drawn forth from their recess,—
Rests there, and not in forms, her holiness;
That faith, which to the patriarchs did dispense,
Sure guidance, ere a ceremonial fence
Was needful round men thirsting to transgress;
That faith, more perfect still, with which the Lord
Of all, himself a Spirit, in the youth
Of Christian aspiration, deigned to fill
The temples of their hearts who, with His word
Informed, were resolute to do His will,
And worship Him in Spirit and in Truth.
How many people would be mute, if they were forbidden to speak well of themselves, and evil of others.
