I can't see his dear face. What! forgotten to call?
Oh then, sure, by good luck, I'm not last after all."
"Oh," said Jonas, "like you
He some excuse too
Most likely will give us for coming so late.
But as hunger grows stronger,
We will tarry no longer,
For hunger will not for a priest even wait."
"Stay, for him I'll atone,
'Tis no fault of his own,"