Think on the sin
That reap’d the unripe seed, and toil’d to win
Foul history-marks at Bethel and at Dan—
No blessing, but a ban;
Whilst the wise Shepherd hid his heaven-told fate,
Nor reck’d a tyrant’s hate.
Such loss is gain;
Wait the bright Advent that shall loose thy chain!
E’en now the shadows break, and gleams divine
Edge the dim, distant line.