Allow'd me to put on the armor bright,
By him supplied to fit me for the fight,
The ceaseless contest for true liberty;—
For truth alone can set the sinner free,
And bring the blind from darkness into light.
Alas, how chang'd the scene? For then were here
Full many a form of loveliness now fled,—
Father and Mother, Brothers, Sisters dear,
And many friends,—all sleeping with the dead.
What were I now, did not God's truth divine