The Land Of Fál

If all must suffer equally, and pay
In equal share for that sin wrought by Eve,
O Thou, if Thou wilt deign to answer, say :
Why are the poor tormented ? why made grieve
The innocent ? why are the free enslaved ?
Why have the wicked peace tho' void of ruth ?
Why are there none to pity, when, dismayed,
And sick with fear, the lambs bleats to the tooth
That tears him down ? why is the cry unheard
Of lonely anguish ? why, when the land of Fál
Had loved Thee long and well, was she not spared
The ruin that hath stamped her under all
That mourn and die ?