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[Shudders.]

Narrow is thy Lord's way, and steep.

That way Will cannot choose but keep.

And Mercy's is

[Peremptorily.]

Beset with crosses.

[Gazes before her; then, trembling.]

Now manifest and open lies, Abysmal as the depths of space, That mystic Word.

What word?

He dies Who sees Jehovah face to face.

[Throws his arms about her and clasps her close.]

O look not on Him! Close thine eyes! Hide thee, O hide thee!

Must I?

[Lets her go.]

No.