I sought thee but for pity. I am come
For that which grief is privileged to demand
With an imperious claim, from all whose form—
Whose human form, doth seal them unto suffering!
Father! I ask thine aid.
Her. There is no aid
For thee or for thy children, but with Him
Whose presence is around us in the cloud,
As in the shining and the glorious light.
Elm. There is no aid! Art thou a man of God?