CAIN.
Here it found me—"Where is thy brother?"
Out of the very heavens it fell,
Sharp as a peal of rattling thunder,
Then the echo leapt up from hell.
Out of the very heavens it fell,
Sharp as a peal of rattling thunder,
Then the echo leapt up from hell.
He—Jehovah—"Where is thy brother?"
I knew, He knew—the devil laughed.
He that gave me the staff to fell him.
So the archer reviled the shaft!
I knew, He knew—the devil laughed.
He that gave me the staff to fell him.
So the archer reviled the shaft!
Oh, my brother, my brother, my brother!
Thy blood panted and throbbed in me.
We were children of one mother,
Little children upon her knee.
Thy blood panted and throbbed in me.
We were children of one mother,
Little children upon her knee.
Oh, my brother, my brother, my brother!
Sad-eyed, tender, good, and true.
Never more on hill or valley,
Never tracked through the morning dew.
Sad-eyed, tender, good, and true.
Never more on hill or valley,
Never tracked through the morning dew.
