The voice of God amidst enfolding flame:

—‘Am I my brother’s keeper?’—hoarse and low,

Cain muttered from the copse—‘that I should know?’

*****

That mound of myrtles o’er her favourite child

Eve planted, and the hand of Adam piled

Yon mossy stone, above his ashes raised,

His altar once, with Abel’s offering blazed,

When God well pleased beheld the flames arise,

And smiled acceptance on the sacrifice.”