FEAR HAS CAST OUT LOVE br 'Tis not that love is less or sorrow more br Than in the days when first these things began. br Even then you doubted, and our hearts were sore br And you rebelled because I was a man. br Even then you fought and wrestled with my plan br Of earthly bliss. What bitter anguish too br When at the hour decreed our passion ran br Out of our keeping and love claimed its due! br 'Tis not love's fault we part, or grief's. Alas, br One mightier now compels us with His nod. br The fire of Heaven has touched us, and we pass br From pleasure's chastenings to a fiercer rod; br And fear has cast out love, for flesh is grass br And we are withered with the wrath of God.