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?