From spume, so the clear stream of thy assistance.
Regret is a nursing of phantoms by day.
Neglect, stern realities drives not away.
A zeal for the truth is in God, there’s no doubt.
The heart, with God’s will, is constrained to burst out.
He’s zeal, Who is “other,” far, than all things else,[224]
Beyond all praise, laud, blessing, thanks, in heart’s pulse.170
Alas! my hot tears have become briny lake,—
An offering worthy my lost idol’s sake.
My parrot! My wise bird! My starling art thou!