“And dost thou know,

When thou hast entered, what awaits thee here?”

“I know,” she said, “and knowing do not fear.”

“Cold, hunger, hatred, Slander’s blighting breath,”

The Voice still chanted, “suffering—and Death?”

“I know,” she said.

“Undaunted, wilt thou dare

The sneers of kindred? Art thou steeled to bear

From those whom most thou lovest, spite and scorn?”

“Though Love be paid with Hate, that shall be borne,”