He that hath a Gospel <br />To loose upon Mankind, <br />Though he serve it utterly-- <br />Body, soul and mind-- <br />Though he go to Calvary <br />Daily for its gain-- <br />It is His Disciple <br />Shall make his labour vain. <br /> <br />He that hath a Gospel <br />For all earth to own-- <br />Though he etch it on the steel, <br />Or carve it on the stone-- <br />Not to be misdoubted <br />Through the after-days-- <br />It is His Disciple <br />Shall read it many ways. <br /> <br />It is His Disciple <br />(Ere Those Bones are dust ) <br />Who shall change the Charter, <br />Who shall split the Trust-- <br />Amplify distinctions, <br />Rationalize the Claim; <br />Preaching that the Master <br />Would have done the same. <br /> <br />It is His Disciple <br />Who shall tell us how <br />Much the Master would have scrapped <br />Had he lived till now-- <br />What he would have modified <br />Of what he said before. <br />It is His Disciple <br />Shall do this and more.... <br /> <br />He that hath a Gospel <br />Whereby Heaven is won <br />( Carpenter, or cameleer, <br />Or Maya's dreaming son ), <br />Many swords shall pierce Him, <br />Mingling blood with gall; <br />But His Own Disciple <br />Shall wound Him worst of all!<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-disciple/
