Whence comest thou, Gehazi,
  So reverend to behold,
In scarlet and in ermines 
  And chain of England's gold ?" 
"From following after Naaman 
  To tell him all is well,
Whereby my zeal hath made me 
  A Judge in Israel."  

Well done; well done, Gehazi! 
  Stretch forth thy ready hand,
Thou barely 'scaped from judgment,
  Take oath to judge the land
Unswayed by gift of money 
  Or privy bribe, more base,
Of knowledge which is profit
   In any market-place.  

Search out and probe, Gehazi,
  As thou of all canst try,
The truthful, well-weighed answer 
  That tells the blacker lie - 
The loud, uneasy virtue 
   The anger feigned at will,
To overbear a witness 
  And make the Court keep still. 

Take order now, Gehazi,
  That no man talk aside 
In secret with his judges 
  The while his case is tried.
Lest he should show them - reason 
  To keep a matter hid,
And subtly lead the questions 
  Away from what he did. 

Thou mirror of uprightness, 
  What ails thee at thy vows ? 
What means the risen whiteness 
  Of the skin between thy brows ? 
The boils that shine and burrow,
  The sores that slough and bleed - 
The leprosy of Naaman 
  On thee and all thy seed ? 
     Stand up, stand up, Gehazi,
        Draw close thy robe and go,
     Gehazi, Judge in Israel,
       A leper white as snow !

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