Look at this weather-beaten brow and face,—
And ask yourself if to be thus debarred
And hunted from their fruits like beast of chase,
Demands not meekness more than God has spared
To human hearts in his abundant grace!
Followed e’en here!—Again compelled to flee!
As if this desert were too good for me!
LI.
“But I can go.—Oh, yes! I can submit;—
God in his mercy will give shelter still;