And Istar’s music moved your mouth
And Baal’s deep shames rewoke in you.
Now you could drive the royal car:
Forget our Nation’s breaking load:—
Now you could sleep on silver beds—
(Bitter and dark was our abode).
And so for many a night you laughed
And knew not of my hopeless prayer,
Till God’s own spirit whipped you forth
From Istar’s shrine, from Istar’s stair.