"I walk in the world in judgment, to sunder and not condemn;

They cast the cloak of their patronage on the blank creeds of the East, Where God shrinks down to a shrivelling point, and all things shrink with Him; They bowed to Amon-ra for a jest, to Isis for a whim;

"They called on the Dwellers beneath the Door, and knew not what they did; They filched the magic of ageless gods from the guarded pyramid; They fashioned them bracelets of sacred jade, and brooches of scarab-wings; They babbled the names unspeakable of strong and merciless Things;

"And they set the soft, fierce Cyprian in the chambers, and took no note If the bond of Baal was on their breast, the phallus upon their throat; But they hated and feared the crucifix, and they could not pass it by, But thrust it forth with spitting and sneers, for they knew that I am I.

There be none so sunk and sodden but I lay My hand on them, And if yet in the palsied body one answering pulse can leap, Whether to love or hatred, they are not dead but sleep.

"Therefore I swear, O Father and God, I swear by Thy mighty throne, With the blood that was shed on Calvary I bought them for Mine own; It shall dye them with shame and scarlet, it shall sear them as burning coals, For they spilt and trampled it into the mire, and it shall save their souls.

"Unbar the gates, good Peter, and for twice a thousand years Let them writhe 'neath the rod of My pity and the insult of My tears, Till hate is bound to the wheels of love, and sin is made My slave, And I bring Mine own from the deep again, My dead back from the grave."