We will tread his heels, exacting

Blood for blood, even to the end.

CHORAL HYMN.[n29]
STROPHE I.

Mother Night that bore me,

A scourge, to go before thee,

To scourge, with stripes delightless,

The seeing and the sightless,[n30]

Hear me, I implore thee,

O Mother Night!

Mother Night that bore me,