I

Driven away from Eden's gate With biasing falchions fenced about, Into a desert desolate, A miserable pair came out, To meet their fate.

To wander in a world of woe, To ache and starve, to burn and shiver, With every living thing their foe-- The fire of God above, the river Of death below.

Of home, of hope, of Heaven bereft; It is the destiny of man To cower beneath his Maker's ban, And hide from his own theft!