So fortress yet unwon he'll mount and scale.
O break his bonds! Let feeble woman weep!
The heart that God has touched 'tis God must keep!
Who looks behind to dally with his choice
When Heaven demands--obeys another voice!

POLY.
Who loves thy Christ--say, must he love no other?

NEAR.
He may--he must! 'Tis Christ says, "Love thy brother,"
Yet on the altar of the Heavenly King
No rival place, no alien incense fling!
Through Him--by Him--for Him--all goodness know!
'Tis from the source alone each stream must flow.
To please Him, wife, and wealth, and rank, and state
Must be forsaken--strait the heavenly gate.
Poor silly sheep! afar you err and stray
From Him who is The Life, The Truth, The Way!
My grief chokes utterance! I see your fate,
As round the fold the hungry wolves of hate
Closer and fiercer rage: from sword and flame
One shelter for His flock--one only Name!
The Cross alone our victor over fears,
Not this thy strength,--thy plea--a woman's tears!

POLY.
I know thy heart! It is mine own--the tear
My pity drops hath ne'er a taint of fear!
Who dreads not torture, yet--to give relief