"My boy," said the old man, "have not you heard him enough to see that it is not he that sings, near as much as this love of his for a Spirit he does not name? It is that spirited heart of his that sings."
"You sing like him? Find his life, boy; and perhaps it may sing for you."
"We should be more manly men, if he sang to us every night."
"Or if the other did," said an Ionian sailor.
"Yes," said the chief. "And yet, I think, if your countryman sang every night to me, he would make me want the other. Whether David's singing would send me to his, I do not feel sure. But how silly to compare them! As well compare the temple in Accho with the roar of a whirlwind—"
"Or the point of my lance with the flight of an eagle. The men are in two worlds."
"O, no! that is saying too much. You said that one could paint pictures—"
"—Into which the other puts life. Yes, I did say so. We are fortunate that we have them together."
"For this man sings of men quite as well as the other does; and to have the other sing of God—"