Against the flickering fire-flaught."
"But this availeth yet," said he,
"That Hallows All our love may see."
He turned about and faced the glare:
"O Mother, help us, kind and fair!
Now help me, true St. Nicholas,
If ever truly thine I was!"
Therewith the wild-fire waned and paled,
And in the wood the light nigh failed;
And all about 'twas as the night.