God’s finger rested on my brow,—
That magic touch, I feel it now!
I fell, ’tis true,—Oh, ask not why!
For still to God I turn my eye;
It was a chance by which I fell:
Another takes me back to hell.
’Twas but my envy of mankind,
The envy of a loving mind.
Jealous of men, I could not bear
God’s love with this new race to share.