She stretched her arms along the wall
And leant aside as she would fall,
And cowered low 'neath her yellow hair
As though its weight were too much to bear.
And, "Oh, sweet God, dear God," she cried,
Hark how they come! They ride, they ride!
What ill have I ever done to Thee
That men should bum my fair body?
Stoop from Thy skies and succour me."
"Yea, God hath stooped. Fear not, dear heart,