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Sonnet.
By way of Postscript.
Go forth, in faith and patience, hope and love!
But think not, voyagers, to leave behind
Ills of the flesh or passions of the mind,
Nor to anticipate the bliss above
In this new home: for evil must be there,
Evil, that sails alike on every wind,
In spite of all your caution, all your care:
Then be ye tolerant; let no stern soul,
However right his ethics or his life,
Over the weaker brothers claim control,
Stirring the flock to bitterness of strife:
Honour man's conscience; from all shackles loose
The honest mind with freedom's instinct rife:
Take the Church with you, but no church-abuse.
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