I must submit my mortal flesh to thee,
Almighty, but I will not call thee god!
Yet thou hast found the way to wound my soul
Most deeply through the flesh; and I must find
The way to let my wounded soul escape!

[_Drawing his sword._]

Come, my last friend, thou art more merciful
Than Rimmon. Why should I endure the doom
He sends me? Irretrievably cut off
From all dear intercourse of human love,
From all the tender touch of human hands,
From all brave comradeship with brother-men,
With eyes that see no faces through this dark,
With ears that hear all voices far away,
Why should I cling to misery, and grope
My long, long way from pain to pain, alone?

RUAHMAH: [_At his feet._]
Nay, not alone, dear lord, for I am here;
And I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee!

NAAMAN:
What voice is that? The silence of my tomb
Is broken by a ray of music,--whose?

RUAHMAH: [_Rising._]
The one who loves thee best in all the world.