haughty to man,
Cursing the Rulers before the people
Even to the Temple's highest steeple,
He humbled Himself to God
Then descended the cruel rod.
`If Thou humblest Thyself, Thou humblest
Thou also dwell'st in Eternity.
Thou art a Man: God is no more:
Thy own Humanity learn to adore,
that is My spirit of life.
Awake, arise to spiritual strife,
And Thy revenge abroad display
In terrors at the last
God's mercy and long suffering
Is but the sinner to judgment to bring.
Thou on the Cross
for them shalt pray--
And take revenge at the Last Day.'
Jesus replied, and thunders hurl'd:
`I never will
pray for the world.
Once I did so when I pray'd in the Garden;
I wish'd to take with Me a bodily pardon.'
that which was of woman born,
In the absence of the morn,
When the Soul fell into sleep,
round it weep,
Shooting out against the light
Fibres of a deadly night,
Reasoning upon its own dark fiction,
doubt which is self-contradiction?
Humility is only doubt,
And does the sun and moon blot out,
over with thorns and stems
The buried soul and all its gems.
This life's five windows of the soul
the Heavens from pole to pole,
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not thro', the eye
was born in a night, to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in the beams of light.
This was spoken by my Spectre to Voltaire, Bacon, &c.
Did Jesus teach doubt? or did He
any lessons of philosophy,
Charge Visionaries with deceiving,
Or call men wise for not believing? . . .
Was Jesus born of a Virgin pure
With narrow soul and looks demure?
If He intended to take
The Mother should an harlot been,
Just such a one as Magdalen,
With seven devils in her pen.
were Jew virgins still more curs'd,
And more sucking devils nurs'd?
Or what was it which He took on
He might bring salvation?
A body subject to be tempted,
From neither pain nor grief exempted;
Or such a
body as might not feel
The passions that with sinners deal?
Yes, but they say He never fell.
Ask Caiaphas; for
he can tell.--
`He mock'd the Sabbath, and He mock'd
The Sabbath's God, and He unlock'd
The evil spirits
from their shrines,
And turn'd fishermen to divines;
O'erturn'd the tent of secret sins,
And its golden cords
In the bloody shrine of war
Pour'd around from star to star,--
Halls of justice, hating vice,
the Devil combs his lice.
He turn'd the devils into swine
That He might tempt the Jews to dine;
a pig has got a look
That for a Jew may be mistook.
"Obey your parents."--What says He?
have I to do with thee?
No earthly parents I confess:
I am doing My Father's business."
He scorn'd Earth's
parents, scorn'd Earth's God,
And mock'd the one and the other's rod;
His seventy Disciples sent
Religion and Government--
They by the sword of Justice fell,
And Him their cruel murderer tell.
He left His
father's trade to roam,
A wand'ring vagrant without home;
And thus He others' labour stole,
That He might
live above control.
The publicans and harlots He
Selected for His company,
And from the adulteress turn'd
God's righteous law, that lost its prey.'
Was Jesus chaste? or did He
Give any lessons of chastity?
The Morning blushèd fiery red:
was found in adulterous bed;
Earth groan'd beneath, and Heaven above
Trembled at discovery of Love
was sitting in Moses' chair.
They brought the trembling woman there.
Moses commands she be ston'd to
What was the sound of Jesus' breath?
He laid His hand on Moses' law;
The ancient Heavens, in
Writ with curses from pole to pole,
All away began to roll.
The Earth trembling and naked lay
secret bed of mortal clay;
On Sinai felt the Hand Divine
Pulling back the bloody shrine;
And she heard
the breath of God,
As she heard by Eden's flood:
`Good and Evil are no more!
Sinai's trumpets cease to
Cease, finger of God, to write!
The Heavens are not clean in Thy sight.
Thou art good, and Thou
Nor may the sinner cast one stone.
To be good only, is to be
A God or else a Pharisee.
of the Presence Divine,
That didst create this Body of Mine,
Wherefore hast thou writ these laws
Hell's dark jaws?
My Presence I will take from thee:
A cold leper thou shalt be.
Tho' thou wast so pure and
That Heaven was impure in thy sight,
Tho' thy oath turn'd Heaven pale,
Tho' thy covenant built Hell's
Tho' thou didst all to chaos roll
With the Serpent for its soul,
Still the breath Divine does move,
the breath Divine is Love.
Mary, fear not! Let me see
The seven devils that torment thee.
Hide not from
My sight thy sin,
That forgiveness thou may'st win.
Has no man condemnèd thee?'
`No man, Lord.' `Then
what is he
Who shall accuse thee? Come ye forth,
Fallen fiends of heavenly birth,
That have forgot your
And driven away my trembling Dove.
You shall bow before her feet;
You shall lick the dust for
And tho' you cannot love, but hate,
Shall be beggars at Love's gate.
What was thy love? Let Me see
Was it love or dark deceit?'
`Love too long from me has fled;
'Twas dark deceit, to earn my bread;
covet, or 'twas custom, or
Some trifle not worth caring for;
That they may call a shame and sin