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Rh Brimming and bubbling. Then he cast one glance Upon his questioner, and left the well, Crying with keen and sudden sympathy, &quot; Good Father, pardon me, I knew you not. Ah ! you have travelled overmuch : your feet Are grimed with mud and wet, your face is changed, Your hands are dry with fever.&quot; But the knight : &quot; Nay, as I look on thee, I think the Lord Wills not that I should suffer any more.&quot; &quot;Then you have suffered much,&quot; sighed Salvator, With wondering pity. &quot; You must come with me ; My father knows of you, I told him all. A knight and minstrel who cast by his lyre, His health and fame, to give himself to God, Yours is a life indeed to be desired ! If you will lie with us this night, our home Will verily be blessed.&quot; By kindness crushed, Wandering in sense and words, the broken knight Resisted naught, and let himself be led To the boy s home. The outcast and accursed Was welcomed now by kindly human hands ; Once more his blighted spirit was revived By contact with refreshing innocence. There, when the morning broke upon the world,