Thou in mortal flesh wast born:
Spurn his bidding or revere it;
Equally thou art forlorn.
Brand.
[Repeats the words, and says softly.]
Woe’s me, woe; I well may fear it!
Stood He not, and saw me pray,
Sternly smote my prayer away?
All I loved He has demanded,
All the ways of light seal’d fast,