With our sympathy for the wrongdoer we need the old Puritan and Quaker hatred of wrongdoing; with our just tolerance of men and opinions a righteous abhorrence of sin.

Nothing before, nothing behind; The steps of faith Fall on the seeming void, and find The Rock beneath.

Man is more than constitutions.

The laws of changeless justice bind oppressor and oppressed; and, close as sin and suffering joined we march to fate abreast.

Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good!

Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant.

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!