The Preacher. By Emily Dickinson

    He preached upon “breadth” till it argued him narrow, —
    The broad are too broad to define;
    And of “truth” until it proclaimed him a liar, —
    The truth never flaunted a sign.

    Simplicity fled from his counterfeit presence
    As gold the pyrites would shun.
    What confusion would cover the innocent Jesus
    To meet so enabled a man!