Browning finds only much learning and the ghost of dead love in the Goettingen lecture-room; and of course it was easy to adapt his Professor's lecture so as to arrive at this conclusion.

But the process and the conclusion are alike unjust.
Having traversed the various forms of Christian faith and scepticism, the speaker in _Christmas Eve_ declines into a mood of lazy benevolence and mild indifferentism towards each and all of these.

Has not Christ been present alike at the holding-forth of the poor dissenting son of thunder, who tore God's word into shreds, at the tinklings and posturings and incense-fumes of Roman pietism, and even at the learned discourse which dissolved the myth of his own life and death?
Why, then, over-strenuously take a side?
Why not regard all phases of belief or no-belief with equal and serene regard?
Such a mood of amiable indifferentism is abhorrent to Browning's feelings.

The hem of Christ's robe passes wholly at this point from the hand of the seer of visions in his poem.

One best way of worship there needs must be; ours may indeed not be the absolutely best, but it is our part, it is our probation to see that we strive earnestly after what is best; yes, and strive with might and main to confer upon our fellows the gains which we have found.
It may be God's part--we trust it is--to bring all wanderers to the one fold at last.