Chapter X

Go song, go tell my Lord--'Lo! he who lies
Tortured in chains within a pit for Thee,
Cries, how can flight be free
Wingless?--Send Thy word down, or Thou
Show that fate's wheel turns not iniquity,
And that in heaven there is no lip that lies.'--
Yet, song, too boldly flies
Thy shaft; stay yet for this that follows now!