The weakness which must needs befall me too
Was but a true reflection of thine own.
Knowledge indeed thou couldst give to me:
But not the power to still that yearning voice,
Which strives for truth in every yearning heart.
Deep in mine inmost soul I none the less
Felt other powers continually arise.
Retardus:
See now then what result your weakness brings.
The brethren are approaching with those souls