Come let us reason, though my voice is weak;
My voice is weak as thy decree is strong.
At last the cup is full. Too long, too long
Have I endured in silence: I will speak.
Is this thy Right, on thine own work to wreak
The vengeance due thine own almighty wrong?
Does good to good and bad to bad belong,
Or is this world of thine the monstrous freak
Of madness drunk with its omnipotence?
Peace, peace, poor soul; and would you hope to stir
That heart with human pity? How and whence?
The answer still is silence. Should He use.
Reason and words when He his slaves accuse
Is Law and Judge and Executioner?