Sign but these words! and wherefore saidst thou not
—“Be but a traitor to God’s light within?”
Cruel, oh cruel! thy dark sport hath been
With a young bosom’s hope! Farewell, glad life!
Bright opening path to love and home, farewell!
And thou—now leave me with my God alone!
Gom. Dost thou reject heaven’s mercy?
Ed. Heaven’s! doth heaven
Woo the free spirit for dishonour’d breath
To sell its birthright?—doth heaven set a price