White Stains

CONTRA CONJUGIUM T. B. B. 33 Now, shall thy life with joy be filled ? At thine own time shalt thou rejoice ? At thine own choice ? “ I gave thee life, I gave thee youth, Four seasons fair, for love the same, Health, strength and comeliness—forsooth, And thou hast quenched my holy flame, And scorned my name ! “ I gave thee life, life passeth by ; I gave thee youth, that youth is fled. Thinkst thou that I will fructify Now, at thine own good time, thy dead And barren bed ? “ How worship me, yet break my laws ? Art thou a God ? Didst thou devise The infinite world ? Did thy word cause The silver Caucasus to arise ? Art thou all-wise ? “ Or hast thou mocked me, setting high A molten calf, a graven block,