“Haydn stop!—dare not!” I cried;—
“And I have pray’d to God so much, so much,
To make you more submissive.”
“I submit
To God,” he said; “but with my love to God,
How can I yield the godliest thing I own?”
And there he sat, so firm and yet so kind,
I could not help but sigh, “You make me doubt.”
“Would God,” he said, “I could do that for you!
Then might you have true faith. Where springs from will