to leave Welch, would have been unthinkably disloyal, like
we learn to pine, Our spirits yearn for revelation, Which nowhere burns with
purer beauty blent, Than here in the New Testament. To ope the ancient text
an impulse strong Impels me, and its sacred lore, With honest purpose to
explore, And render into my love German tongue.
(He opens a volume, and applies himself to it.)
'Tis writ, "In the beginning was the Word!" I pause, perplex'd! Who now will
help afford? I cannot the mere Word so highly prize; I must translate it
otherwise, If by the spirit guided as I read. "In the beginning was the Sense!"