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76 ARNLJOT GELLINE
The bishop was there with the fur-clad men;
Quiet they sat or reclined around him,
The story of Jesus fell from his lips,
Childlike and calm,
Deep was the peace, and clear the night.
The meaning perchance was not wholly plain,
But upon their sense, like a dream of childhood,
Vision on vision, slowly it dawned,
As were a door
Opened upon an unknown home.
“© Yes,”’ said Afrafaste at last,
“«Perchance I do not aright perceive it,
But if it is true, there lives a man
Who takes upon him
All the evil that I have wrought, —
“Henceforth will I, where’er he be,
Give him my life, unto death be faithful... .
If ’tis granted me to begin anew,
From this day on,
Both life and death may be worth the while!”
What time rose on the scene the sun
—The hill-tops burned and the river twinkled —
Fell its light on some thirty men;
Cleansed they came forth
From the chill water to greet the morn.
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