Fit house for us who on earth do move;
Night approacheth, endeth Day,
And Death his scythe doth lay
To the root of all that live....
CHAPTER II
A meeting of the brethren had been convoked at the monastery to discuss Avakoum’s controversial epistles.
The zealous priest had sent to his friend the old Monk Sergius in Kerjenetz a letter relating to the Holy Trinity, with the superscription:—
“Receive, Sergius, this eternal Gospel, written not by my hand, but by God’s.”