Therefore, Oh Fear, full many times men die
And Dissolution's torments undergo.
Man, who was made in image like to God,
Whom angels tended wheresoe'er he trod
With glad huzzas and harpings all the way,
So that the untamed beasts allowed his sway,
Cringes a coward 'neath thine up-raised rod.
Secret Chastiser of our secret heart,
Speak, but this once, to tell us who thou art;
Whether the hound that runs before Death's