In which the ancient conflicts were renewed
That urged thee forth from this benumbing life?
Strader:
I am not spared those hours in mine own soul
When impotence ’gainst impotence doth strive.
And fate hath not so willed it in my case
That rosy beams of hope should force their way
Into my heart, and leave assurance there
That this my present life is not an utter loss.
Renunciation is henceforth my goal.