Remember. Before you, they'd bend
like steel beneath the blacksmith.
How badly your miss your fire!
When unseen were the chances,
Faith surely was your own.
How come now you 'quest your eyes
to unsee our hope?
What except Heaven seats your stand?
A spectre in the porch about night-time?
Or a hanging tail within?
How come now with bold cowardice
You shrivel towards the brim?
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