How just His providence!
Since I was preserved, that I
Here might seek you, and more nigh
Give you full intelligence
Leisurely of every doubt
Which disturbs you when you read.
Chrysanthus.
Mysteries they are indeed,
Difficult to be made out.
Carpophorus.
To the believer all is plain.
Chrysanthus.
I would believe, what must I do?—
Carpophorus.
Your intellectual pride subdue.
Chrysanthus.
I will subdue it, since 't is vain.
Carpophorus.
Then the first thing to be done
Is to be baptized.
Chrysanthus.
I bow,
Father, and implore it now.