"[...]scruple, as was not he himself A little black sometimes, or plainly wicked? And should the wicked man not be redeemed? Merely destruction surely was no answer, Since yet the wickedness must wander somewhere? How should he say, I, Jonathan of Israel Am good, and you the Philistine are cursed, Since in that face was something that had been Learnt from the buds and corn and frozen hills That he himself had known for seals of God? And would not his power on Israel increase, Take on a loftier authority, If to his famous arms he could add a tale Of counsel working in the hearts of men, Moving them to a finer charity, A little pity for offence? And so Instruction like a worm was at his roots, And pride of virtue made Jonathan forget. Then sometimes as he knew himself betrayed He would cry upon his spirit in the night-- I, Jonathan, who know The processes of God Moving within me, Turn aside to my idols of desire. He has taught me the ways Of Philistine cruelty. He Shows me the bad man toiling to the ruin Of beauty and the free spirit on earth, And has equipped me for [...]".