ABSTRACT
Than those that to the earth with many tears they give.
Thy Brother's Blood I have no Brother-they who meet me now Offer a hand with their own wills defiled, And while they wear a smooth unwrinkled brow Know not that Truth can never be beguiled; Go wash the hand that still betrays thy guilt; Before the spirit's gaze what stain can hide? Abel's red blood upon the earth is spilt, And by thy tongue it cannot be denied; I hear not with the ear-the heart doth tell Its secret deeds to me untold before; Go, all its hidden plunder quickly sell, Then shalt thou cleanse thee from thy brother's gore; Then will I take thy gift-that bloody stain Shall not be seen upon thy hand again.
