I tell you I must go!
Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you?
Do you think I am an automaton?
-a machine without feelings?
And can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips,
and my drop of living water dashed from my cup?
Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless?
You think wrong!