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THE CHAPEL OF THE HERMITS. 127
"In days when throne and altar heard
M Midst fawning priests and courtiers foul,
"Yet in his time the stake blazed red,
"Alas! no present saint we find;
"Trust not in man with passing breath,
"Search thine own heart. What paineth thoe
"Where now with pain thou treadest, trod
** The foot-prints of the life divine,
A lesson which I well may heed,
We rose, and slowly homeward turned,
The village homes transfigured stood,
Then spake my friend:—" Thy words are true
44 To these bowed heavens let wood and hill
44 Flow on, sweet river, like the stream
44 Henceforth my heart shall sigh no more
QUESTIONS OF LIFE.
And the angel that was sent unto me, whose name was Uriel, gaye me an answer, and said,
"Thy heart hath gone too far in this world, and thinkest thou to comprehend the way of the Most High?"
Then said I, "Yea, my Lord."
Then said he unto me, "Go thy way, weigh me the weight of the fire, or measure me the blast of the wind, or call me again the day that is past "—2 Esdras, chap. iv.
A Bending staff I would not break,
And yet, at times, when over all
I am: how little more I know!