And is with love by Himself received!

So do not think I have been deceived,

But keep those words on your heart engraved

Of the humble woman whose life you saved,

, and trust His care.

He will not forget you here nor there!"

"O Father, Father! And can it be

That the Lord in heaven remembers me?

And yet I had felt it must be true,

For the woman spoke as if she knew!

But when was ever such mercy shown,

And is this the love He bears His own?

Are these the blessings He holds in store?

Oh, let me serve Him for evermore!"

And when, at the close of another day,

The hermit wearily made his way

Up the mountain path, from stone to stone,

He did not climb to his cell alone.

The mountebank, still with wondering face,

Came with him up to that peaceful place!

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