As surely dost thou penetrate the heart as the venom of the serpent
permeates the blood.
Precious as the fat on the serpent's head[16] is the marrow of thy
bones.
Firm as the Mestua Mountain[17] is thy will.
In thy goodness thy maker must rejoice.
Thy constant love doth make me live many lives in one; a day seemeth a
year, and a year but a day.