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

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