Detains me, doubtful of the event;
Great God, who feel'st for my distress,[299]
My thoughts are all that I possess,
O keep them innocent!
IX
Farewell desire of[300] human aid,
Which abject mortals vainly[301] court!
By friends deceived, by foes betrayed,
Of fears the prey, of hopes the sport;
Nought but the world-redeeming Cross