He that hath a GospelTo loose upon Mankind,Though he serve it utterly--Body, soul and mind--Though he go to CalvaryDaily for its gain--It is His DiscipleShall make his labour vain.He that hath a GospelFor all earth to own--Though he etch it on the steel,Or carve it on the stone--Not to be misdoubtedThrough the after-days--It is His DiscipleShall read it many ways.It is His Disciple(Ere Those Bones are dust )Who shall change the Charter,Who shall split the Trust--Amplify distinctions,Rationalize the Claim;Preaching that the MasterWould have done the same.It is His DiscipleWho shall tell us howMuch the Master would have scrappedHad he lived till now--What he would have modifiedOf what he said before.It is His DiscipleShall do this and more....He that hath a GospelWhereby Heaven is won( Carpenter, or cameleer,Or Maya's dreaming son ),Many swords shell pierce Him,Mingling blood with gall;But His Own DiscipleShall wound Him worst of all!