by
little,
it
loses
everything
in
such
a
degree,
that
it
is
altogether
impoverished.
The
world
tramples
it
under
foot,
and
thinks
no
more
of
it.
O
poor
soul
!
thou
must
see
thyself
treated
thus,
and
see
it
with
terror,
without
being
able
to
prevent
it
It
must
suffer
itself
to
be
buried,
covered
with
earth,
and
trodden
under
foot
by
all
men.
It
is
here
that
heavy
crosses
are
borne,
and
all
the
heavier
that
they
are
believed
to
be
merited.
The
soul
begins
to
have
a
horror
of
itself.
God
casts
it
so
far
off,
that
He
seems
determined
to
abandon
it
for
ever.
Poor
soul!
thou
must
be
patient,
and
remain
in
thy
sepulchre.
It
is
content
to
remain
there,
though
in
terrible
suffering,
because
it
sees
no
way
of
escape
from
it
;
and
it
sees,
too,
that
it
is
its
only
fit
place,
all
others
being
even
sadder
to
it.
It
flees
from
men,
knowing
that
they
regard
it
with
aversion.
They
look
upon
this
forlorn
Bride
as
an
outcast,
who
has
lost
the
grace
of
God,
and
who
is
only
fit
to
be
buried
in
the
earth.
The
heart
endures
its
bitterness
;
but,
alas
!
how
sweet
this
state
is
even
now,
and
how
easy
it
would
be
to
remain
in
the
sepulchre,
if
it
were
not
necessary
