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[333] Of your spectral puppet play
     I have traced the cunning wires;
Come what will, I needs must say,
     God is true, and ye are liars. “

When the thought of man is free,
     Error fears its lightest tones;
So the priest cried, ‘ Sadducee!’
     And the people took up stones.

In the ancient burying-ground,
     Side by side the twain now lie;
One with humble grassy mound,
     One with marbles pale and high.

But the Lord hath blest the seed
     Which that tradesman scattered then,
And the preacher's spectral creed
     Chills no more the blood of men.

Let us trust, to one is known
     Perfect love which casts out fear,
While the other's joys atone
     For the wrong he suffered here.


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