He lives an honest life
His heart is pure
And truth never stumbled at his door.
No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world,s storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven's glories shine,
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear.
Why this veil, show your face
Don't hide behind the window pane
Come face to face then you will win
Or people will say you are insane
Elisabeth imagines I've
A yellow streak
She deems I have no dash and drive,
Jest dogoned weak.
I'm in this form having
walls and ceilings,
When they feel fog before their eyes,
when throat has a strange suffocation,
The truth overpowers all the lies,
Men get from all duties a redemption.
When Pickering, distressed by an 'attack,'
Has the strange insolence to answer back
He hides behind a name that is a lie,
And out of shadow falters his reply.
God knows him, though-identified alike
The coward always
hides underneath the bushes
with other vermin.