Sad sighs and moans shall rise from those who’re seen to fall.
Exhibitors of base coin in this world below
Smile now; the touchstone yet is hidden in form’s glow.65
O Veiler of men’s sins! Lift not Thy veil from us![358]
In day of trial be our Helper, gracious!
Adulteration now contends with purest coin;
The gold awaits the day of trial to rejoin.
It slily thinks in its mute way, without ado:
“Await a little, false ones! Trial comes! Soho!
For was not Satan’s self, in ages long gone by,