Too hungry
in its hunger unto God,
Too foolish-wise,
too passionate-cynical,
To seek your royal road
to Deity !
Another Pilgri M.
Leave him !
Belike 'tis some philosopher
With words too big to understand himself.
Tannhauser.
With heart too seared
to understand himself!
With mind too wise to understand himself!
With soul too small to understand himself!
Eldest
Pilgrim.
Cling to the Cross, sir,
there
is hope in that !
Tannhauser.
You know not, friend, the man
to whom you speak.
I have lived long in miracles enough,
Myself the crowning miracle of all,
That I am merely here.
God
speed
you,
sirs
!
I ask your blessing, not to stay therewith
My soul's own need (though that
is dire enough)
But —he that blesseth
shall himself be blessed
!
My blessing were small help to you,
my friends.
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