I have no Brother,—they who meet me now br Offer a hand with their own wills defiled, br And, while they wear a smooth unwrinkled brow, br Know not that Truth can never be beguiled; br Go wash the hand that still betrays thy guilt;— br Before the spirit's gaze what stain can hide? br Abel's red blood upon the earth is spilt, br And by thy tongue it cannot be denied; br I hear not with the ear,—the heart doth tell br Its secret deeds to me untold before; br Go, all its hidden plunder quickly sell, br Then shalt thou cleanse thee from thy brother's gore, br Then will I take thy gift;—that bloody stain br Shall not be seen upon thy hand again.