I sigh’d, “But how can one know whom to serve?”
“How?—Put it thus:—your own wish? or your father’s?—
How reads the decalogue?”
“But,” answer’d I,
“It seems as if some higher power there were
That first should be obey’d—some power like God.”
“Yes, child,” he said, “there is, of course, the Church:
Of course, of course.”
“Who is the Church?” I ask’d.
And then he laugh’d: “Who?—What a question, child!—