He saves the sheep, the goats he doth not save.
So rang Tertullian’s sentence, on the side
Of that unpitying Phrygian Sect which cried:
“Him can no fount of fresh forgiveness lave,

Who sins, once washed by the baptismal wave.”—
So spake the fierce Tertullian. But she sighed,
The infant Church! of love she felt the tide
Stream on her...