If Seven’s ill, yet Seven’s well;
The diamond came from coal, they tell;
From foolish teachers, pupils wise—
If Seven’s ill, yet Seven’s well.
And the giant walked on followed by all the will-o’-the-wisps, which said, chirping and singing like grasshoppers:
“Look well at him, ’tis their Grand Master.
The Pope of popes and Lord of lords,
Can change great Cæsar to a pastor:
Look well at him, he’s made of boards.”
Suddenly his features changed; he seemed thinner, sadder, taller. In one hand he held a sceptre and a sword in the other. And his name was Pride.