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 At last alive, it was enough to serve,

And so to be content where God should call him;

But there must be no haste. His fires were low,

And too much fuel might yet extinguish them.

At first he must be frugal with his coals,

If only for the peril of too much comfort

Given at once, and without more atonement.

So arrogant in his new humility

Was he becoming, and so chary was he

Of exultation, that to break his fast

With no excess of zeal he planned a fare

That would have saddened Simeon on his pillar;

And he might soon have been in search of it,

Had not another silence, like a blow

That somehow stunned him to clairvoyant awe,

Held him as if mysterious hands had bound him