He then returned to the city, The beloved disciple, John, Where the strong unceasing current Of his deathless love flowed on. The bishop discharged his duty To the youth so graceful and fair; With restraining hand he held him, And trained him with loving care. At last, when his preparation Was made for the holy rite, He was cleansed in the sanctified water, And pronounced a child of light. For a time he adorned the doctrine Which Christ in the Church has set. But, alas! for a passionate nature When Satan has spread his net! Through comrades base and abandoned He was lured from day to day, Until, like a steed unbridled, He struck from the rightful way; And a wild consuming passion Raised him unto the head Of a mighty band of robbers, Of all the country the dread. Time passed. Again a message Unto the Apostle was sent, To set their affairs in order, And tell them the Lord's intent. And when he had come and attended To all that needed his care, He turned him and said, "Come, Bishop, Give back my deposit so rare." "What deposit?" was the answer, Which could not confusion hide. "I demand the soul of a brother," Plainly the Apostle replied, "Which Christ and I committed Before the Church to thee." Trembling and even weeping, "The young man is dead," groaned he. "How dead? What death?" John demanded. "He the way of the tempter trod, Forgetting the Master's weapon, And now he is dead unto God. Yonder he roves a robber." "A fine keeper," said John, "indeed, Of a brother's soul. Get ready A guide and a saddled steed." And all as he was the Apostle Into the region rode Where the robber youth and captain Had fixed his strong abode. When hardly over the border, He a prisoner was made, And into their leader's presence Demanded to be conveyed. And he who could brave a thousand When each was an enemy, Beholding John approaching, Turned him in shame to flee. But John, of his age forgetful, Pursued him with all his might. "Why from thy defenseless father," He cried, "dost thou turn in flight? Fear not; there is hope and a refuge, And life shall yet be thine. I will intercede with the Master And task His love divine." Subdued by love that is stronger Than was ever an arméd band, He became once more to the Father A child to feel for His hand. Subdued by a love that is stronger Than a world full of terrors and fears, He returned to the House of the Father Athrough the baptism of tears. Such is the beautiful legend Come down from ancient days, Of love that is young forever; And is he not blind who says