'But must I not, my reverend guide, believe?'
'—If thou art call'd, thou wilt the faith receive;'—
'But I repent not.'—Angry he replied,
'If thou art call'd, thou needest nought beside;
Attend on us, and if 'tis Heaven's decree,
The call will come—if not, ah! wo for thee.'
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"There then I waited, ever on the watch,
A spark of hope, a ray of light to catch;
His words fell softly like the flakes of snow,