His last exile, like the first,
Heard cries of grief on every side;
His lovers feared to lose Him,
And many men and women cried.
The ship that carried God’s own Voice,
Blessed beyond all vessels gone,
Made a cross, of its choice,
To bring each wailing soul to song.
Though song from such a grieving host
Is beyond these tragic letters,
His pain surpassed Job’s wandering ghost,
His shackles freed the lover’s fetters.