And called upon his name.
“O God![1118] it made me quake to see
Such sense within the slain;
But when I touched[1119] the lifeless clay,
The blood gushed out[1120] amain;
For every clot a burning spot
Was scorching in my brain.[1121]
“My head was like an ardent coal;
My heart[1122] as solid ice;
My wretched, wretched soul, I knew,