THE CONTRACT - I gave myself to him
I gave myself to him, / And took himself for pay.
It was too late for man,
But early yet for God;
Creation impotent to help,
But prayer remained our side.
How excellent the heaven,
When earth cannot be had;
How hospitable, then, the face
Of our old neighbor, God!
I gave myself to him, / And took himself for pay.
Through the straight pass of suffering / The martyrs even trod,
Our lives are Swiss, -- / So still, so cool,
Pigmy seraphs gone astray, / Velvet people from Vevay,