Mankind has never used Thee well,
And loves not Thee, nor Thy commands.
Bitterness found me desolate
And kissed me with the breath of hate;
Since Folly fled, she bade me wear
Her angry scarlet in my hair.
Now, as I look into Thy face,
Despised and battered though it be,
Visage of scorn in every place,
I know that I belong to Thee.