I honor’d God the more from this, the hour
I found His honor so encased in man.
“Nay, thank me not,” he said. “You brought me her.
Nor did I dream I loved her, ere I sought
Your cause to plead; and, aim’d for what it wills,
My will is wilful. There, you know the whole.”
And soon, as if he fear’d our former strife
Were not yet still’d, “And you, perhaps, were right
With Edith, too,” he said; “at least, were safe.
Hold still to truth. It yet may save us both.”