Dark Trinity by Robert William Service Lyrics

Said I to Pain: "You would not dare
Do ill to me."
Said Pain: "Poor fool! Why should I care
Whom you may be?
To clown and king alike I bring
My meed of bane;
Why should you shirk my chastening?"
Said Pain

Said I to Grief: "No tears have I
Go on your way."
Said Grief: "Why should I pass you by
While others pay?
All men must know the way of woe
From saint to thief
And tears were meant to overflow,"
Said Grief

Said I to Death: "From ail and fret
Grant me relief."
Said Death: "I know you are beset
By Pain and Grief
But my good will you must await
Since human breath
To suffering is consecrate,"
Said Death
Said I to God: "Pale Sister Grief
Bleak Brother Pain
Bedevil me beyond belief
And Death's unfain . . ."
Said God: "Curse not that blessed Three
Poor human clod!
Have faith! Believe the One with Me,"
Said God