Inclined his brow complacently, and said,
Even so: What follows?... This; resumed the Count,
That creeds like colours being but accident,
Are therefore in the scale imponderable; ...
Thou seest my meaning; ... that from every faith
As every clime, there is a way to Heaven,
And thou and I may meet in Paradise.
Oh grant it, God! cried Roderick fervently,
And smote his breast. Oh grant it, gracious God!
Through the dear blood of Jesus, grant that he