A word within says I am to blame,
And therefore must confess;
Must call my doing by its name,
And so make evil less.
"I could not his false triumph bear,
For he was first in wrong."
"Thy own ill-doings are thy care,
His to himself belong."
- do it right, my heart should own Some sorrow for the ill."
"Plain, honest words will half atone,
And they are in thy will."
- struggle comes. Evil or I Must gain the victory now.
I am unmoved and yet would try:
O God, to thee I bow.
- skies are brass; there falls no aid; No wind of help will blow.
- I bethink me:--I am made A man: I rise and go.