“Woe’s me!” the peaceful prophet cried, + 

“Spare me this troubled life; + 

To stem man’s wrath, to school his pride, + 

To head the sacred strife! + 

“O place me in some silent vale, + 

Where groves and flowers abound; + 

Nor eyes that grudge, nor tongues that rail, + 

Vex the truth-haunted ground!” + 

If his meek spirit err’d, opprest + 

That God denied repose, + 

What sin is ours, to whom Heaven’s rest + 

Is pledged, to heal earth’s woes? + 