Another law is burnt and bit,—
And that I execute. Thou blind!
Learn to have sight! Thou hast debased
The dwelling-place of God on earth,
The spirit He lent thee hast laid waste,
The image that thou bor'st at birth
With mould and filthiness defaced;
Thy Soul, that once had flight and song,
Thrust, clipp'd, among the common throng.
That is your debt. What will you do
When God demands His own of you?
His Mother.
[Confused.]
What will I do? Do?
Brand.
Never fear;
I take your debt upon me whole.
God's image, blotted in your soul,
In mine, Will-cleansed, shall stand clear.
Go with good courage to your rest.
By debt you shall not sleep oppress'd.
His Mother.
My debt and sin you'll wipe away?
Brand.
Your debt. Observe. The debt: no more.
Your debt alone I can repay;
Your sin yourself must answer for.
The sum of native human worth
Crush'd in the brutish toil of earth
Can verily by human aid
To the last atom be repaid;
But in the <g>losing</g> of it lies
The sin, which who repents not—dies!
