An attack on barbercraft
At last an end of all I hoped and feared!
Then what art thou? the evil whisper whirred.
To all God’s questions never a word he said,
God sent all plagues; he laughed and heeded not,
God sent all joys; he only laughed again,
But somehow all his fellow-lunatics
And stranger still, their prospects so enlarged
God asked him by what right he interfered;
When God revealed Himself to mortal prayer
Our hermit had dispensed with Sinai’s thunder,
He knew (no doubt) that any axiom
But!— all who urged that hermit to confess
I would it were my fate to dree his weird;