All you that are enamored of my name And least intent on what most I require, Beware； for my design and your desire, Deplorably, are not as yet the same. Beware, I say, the failure and the shame Of losing that for which you now aspire¹ So blindly, and of hazarding entire The gift that I was bringing when I came.

    Give as I will, I cannot give you sight Whereby to see that with you there are some To lead you, and be led. But they are dumb Before the wrangling² and the shrill³ delight Of your deliverance that has not come, And shall not, if I fail you —— as I might.