New, humble folk he speaks to in a low voice.
We have not learned that language—humble words,
With never death or danger in the message.
A star stood still above a stable once,
And a weak infant wept. And there He left us.”
“Our sire,” said Hermes, “—he too sleeps away
Our centuries. We have the selfsame fortune.
Sail westward with us then.” And Gabriel nodded.
The steel that sliced the water swung at length,
And in three days they nosed between the Pillars;