Chapter L

“Behold these hands, which labor has made hard,--
Look at this weather-beaten brow and face,--
And ask yourself if to be thus debarred
And hunted from their fruits like beast of chase,
Demands not meekness more than God has spared
To human hearts in his abundant grace!
Followed e’en here!--Again compelled to flee!
As if this desert were too good for me!