That these shall seem but their at- Some sawn in twain, that his heart's Much wrestling with the blessed Word To make it vield the sense of the Lord, 'Believest thou then, most wretched youth," Cried he, "a dividual essence in Truth? That he might build a storm-proof creed I fear me thy heart is too cramped with sin To fold the flock in at their need. At last he builded a perfect faith, Fenced round about with The Lord thus saith: To himself he fitted the doorway's size, Meted the light to the need of his eyes, And knew, by a sure and inward sign, That the work of his fingers was divine. Then Ambrose said, "All those shall die The eternal death who believe not as I"; And some were boiled, some burned in fire, To take the Lord in his glory in." |