One soiled and shamed and foiled in this world's fight,
Deserter from the host of God, that here
Still darkly struggles,-waked from death in fear,
And strove to screen his forehead from the white
And blinding glory of the awful Light,
The revelation and reproach austere.
Then with strong hand outstretched a Shape drew near,
Bright-browed, majestic, armored like a knight.

'Great Angel, servant of the Highest, why
Stoop'st thou to me?' although his lips were mute,
His eyes inquired. The Shining One replied:
'Thy Book, thy birth, life of thy life am I,
Son of thy soul, thy youth's forgotten fruit.
We two go up to judgment side by side.'