Array his single breast against disease,
And famine, and the sword?
Her. How long? While He
Who shadows forth his power more gloriously
In the high deeds and sufferings of the soul,
Than in the circling heavens with all their stars,
Or the far-sounding deep, doth send abroad
A spirit, which takes affliction for its mate,
In the good cause, with solemn joy! How long?
—And who art thou that, in the littleness