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Rh Through painted glass. How pure and innocent The waiting congregation seemed to him, Kneeling, or seated with calm brows upraised ! With faltering strength, he cowered down alone, And held sincere communion with the Lord, For one brief moment, in a sudden gush Of blessed tears. The minister of God Rose to invoke a blessing on his flock, And then began the service, not in words To raise the lowly, and to heal the sick, But in an alien tongue, with phrases formed, And meaningless observances. The knight, Unmoved, yet thirsting for the simple word That might have moved him, held his bitter thoughts, But when in his own speech a new priest spake, Looked up with hope revived, and heard the text: &quot; Go, preach the Gospel unto all the world. He that believes and is baptized, is saved. He that believeth not, is damned in hell ! &quot; He sat with neck thrust forth and staring eyes ; The crowded congregation disappeared ; He felt alone in some black sea of hell, &quot;While a great light smote one exalted face, Vivid already with prophetic fire, Whose fatal mouth now thundered forth his doom. He longed in that void circle to cry out, With one clear shriek, but sense and voice seemed bound,