In bartering love;
God's love for man's.
First Angel.
We may reprove
The world for this, not only her:
Let me approach to breathe away
This dust o' the heart with holy air.
Second Angel.
Stand off! She sleeps, and did not pray.
First Angel.
Did none pray for her?
Second Angel.
Ay, a child,—
Who never, praying, wept before:
While, in a mother undefiled,
Prayer goeth on in sleep, as true
And pauseless as the pulses do.
First Angel.