Classic Poem

T HE Church in some has made a rout —
I care not who is in or out;
My board with equal joy could feast
The Indian, Turk , or Christian Priest.
By me no Faith is understood,
But that alone of doing good .
I'd have the subject live in awe
Of that Impartial Judge, the Law;
I'd have him love his King, not fear him,
Not idolize him, but revere him.
This for the World is quite enough;
The rest — which none but zealots puff,
Is proper for Eternity —
But of no consequence — to me .