。，'It is not mine to weigh your worth;
When they chased Him out with rods。，Lureful is she, bent for folly;
Fought fell to smite or spare.。，You are dying for me, she cried;
His deeds are waving grain.。，The servant master own:
She flew in the folds of a marvel of love。，
Humbly, when my lord it pleaseth,。，Or else God loves her well!
To lurid skies between!。，
II。，Forth with it, and crushing ring
Vilest, yet most sainted here.。，
Roll we to the Godhead's feet!。，While hand in hand were they,
V。，White of heat, O teach it me!
And outward flew the wraith.。，O poor enviers! God's own gifts
Blood, and thirst the Passion's thirst.。，She saw him in his scornful bloom,
For nothing it avails。，Lord Dusiote stepped from dame to dame,
，Golgotha, be ye! and sweat。，And take of your right for love like this,