And slake this lip unblest?
O Lord, I will, but cannot do!
My heart is hard, my faith untrue.
The Spirit and the Bride say, Come;
The eternal ever-blessed Home
Oped its portals at my birth;
But I am chained to earth.
The Golden Keys,[134] each eve and morn,
I see them with a heart forlorn:
Lest they should iron prove to me.