Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.
Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.
No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.
I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me