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50 Till thy baptismal day, thou, unperplexed By foreign dogma, didst our prayers repeat, Honor the Grod of Israel, fast and feast, Even as thy people's wont, from first to least.

Yes, Doubt I likewise must discard. Not sleek. Full-faced, erect of head, men walk, when doubt Writhes at their entrails ; pinched and lean of cheek, With brow pain-branded, thou hadst strayed about As midst live men a ghost condemned to seek That soul he may nor live nor die without. No doubts the font washed from thee, thou didst glide From creed to creed, complete, sane-souled, clear-eyed.

Thy pardon. Master, if I dare sustain The thesis thou couldst entertain a fear. I would but rout thine enemies, who feign Ignoble impulse prompted thy career. I will but weigh the chances and make plain To Envy's self the monstrous jest appear. Though time, place, circumstance confirmed in seeming. One word from thee should frustrate all their scheming.