“Come Israel, thou jade of blue and gold,
Now laud the common calf of reason’s fire.
The mind transcends, so scorns the caster’s mold,
Enlightenment supplants cold Sinai’s sire.
“Behold thy priest, betrayer of the rood:
Inverts he Calvary with a turgid jest,
And Pilate in the bowels of Dante’s wood
Doth flap expansive wings to say ‘Quid est’?
“When priest and Pilate bind thy hands and feet,
When smiles and words and laws call evil good,
Then shalt thou bleat, and bleat, and bleat, and bleat,
And cackle I while thou art drowned of blood.”
So saith the snake; but goes he fore the fall
Our Lady’s heart will triumph over all.