“Thy King I’d welcome and for Him I’d serve.”
“Yet thou art craftsman and no soldier thou.”
“A craftsman too can serve his loyal due.”
“How wouldst thou serve?” the Boy inquiring spoke.
“When Joseph bids me go, that I can learn no more,
This I can do—to build for Him His throne.”
The Shadow swept across the boyish face—
The Shadow Fidus once had seen before;
And he was silent, for in awe he stood
When that mysterious shade shut off the light