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Rh If oft 'tis wont to be the blood of rank, And royal blood sullied with sins. For he Can even judge a king and sternly pass Verdict upon him, and thereof is need At sundry seasons.

Righteousness, the whichIs in the pay of this world's potentates, By him is sentenced to the pillory. From virtue, which has incense burnt before it, The rose-hued mask he wrenches, and behold, Abandoned strumpets, having each and all, A death's head, and the breathing of them reeks With stenches of the tomb. He punisheth Evil which to a poisoned flower has bred Thrivingly out of mortal breast. And that He likewise punisheth, which guiltlessly Is there entwined in the unshapen bud.

And from his judgment there is no appeal: The sky, the sun, the stars and all the world, — These are but the beholders of his judgments. And God? If such there be, then e'en God's judgment Can be pronounced but by the lips of him! “The Apostles” (1911).

Thee do I seek for, O my tortured Lord, Through the wide world, — I seek, but do not find; Tiger-like, serpent-like is man, and aye, One of the brood the devil pastureth,