Your poem was in praise of Jesus, not in blame of Him--as you meant it to be.

“Reality is infinitely diverse, compared with even the subtlest conclusions of a…”

“...Poor Sonya! What a little gold-mine they've managed to get hold of there! An…”

“One can love one's neighbours in the abstract, or even at a distance, but at cl…”

“...they ate the apple, and knew good and evil, and became 'as gods.' And they s…”