That they did not ask me to draw the sword When they stood to endure their lot, What they only looked to me for a word, And I answered I knew them not?
If it be found, when the battle clears, Their death has set me free, Then how shall I live with myself through the years Which they have bought for me?
Brethren, how must it fare with me, Or how am I justified, If it be proven that I am he For whom mankind has died; If it be proven that I am he Who being questioned denied?
THE END