You'll wish mankind all Christians then;

  If e'er you raise the Culprit's hand,

    You'll wish the Jurors Christian Men.

  When at the dread Confessional,

    Men trembled from their early youth,

  Taught to fear, on pain of Hell,

    To utter more or less than Truth.

  Then Faith could sharpest trials stand,

    Man at threat'ning Death could smile,

  If but his Pastor's lenient hand

    Toucht him with the Holy Oil.

  Full faith the solemn Oath obtain'd,

    Man's mind was aw'd by priestly rule;

  Steady to Truth he still remain'd,

    Unless to priestly fraud a tool.

  But where Church Discipline has ceas'd

    To train men's minds in early youth,

  Hard indeed the Culprit's case,

    Whose fate depends on others' truth.

  Even the man whose ways are wise,

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