From crying, heart and brain,
“So, Lord, Thou sayest it, Thine—
But also mine, ah, surely also mine!
Else why and for what good
The strength of arm my father got for me
By perfect chastity,
This glorious anger poured into my blood
Out of my mother’s depths of ardency?”
So the sanctity of the warrior. And the sanctity of other passions is there, too. A woman says:
O sisters, brothers, help me to arise!