“Oh, all things faileth save God alone! (he cried)
Beauty, Strength, and Discretion;
For when Death bloweth his blast,
They all run from me full fast.”
And now the Five Senses, who had come near to the tomb and formed a shining group round it, also one by one turned away; and, in a failing voice, Everyman murmured:
“O Jesus, help! all hath forsaken me.”
But Good Deeds, with a sweet smile, drew close to him.
“Nay, Everyman” (she said), “I will bide with thee;
I will not forsake thee indeed;
Thou shalt find me a good friend at need.”