I saw a soul contended for
By Evil and by Good;
And watching with solicitude—
As if my yearning could
Some succor bring—I trembled
Whiles the tempter was withstood.
Yet, soul—my soul, what meant the strife
To thee?—what power had
Another's wrong to make thee feel
Thyself so wronged and sad?
And when at last Good overcame,—
O why wast thou so glad?