"Not all those whom he cleansed of spirits foul Inhabiting and defiling them did He Permit to follow with Him as they wished. One man, perhaps as sorely vexed as I, Being healed, entreated leave to stay with Him. It may be there was some defect of faith, Whence fear in him lest he, not with the Lord, Might again be invaded by that host Of wicked angels whom he 'Legion' called, And Jesus out of kindness was austere, To exercise him to a better trust Needing not crutch of sight to stay itself. I know not; this I know, and rest content, He doeth all things well, His choice is wise. The Master sent that man away, and bade: 'Return to thine own house and publish there How great things God hath done to thee.' He went And filled that favored city with the fame. Who knows? It may have been a better lot, More blesséd, to sound forth the Savior's praise And thus prepare him welcome among men, As did that healed demoniac, than to be, As I was, near His person in the flesh. But nay, nor more nor less, no difference, all Is equal, and all blesséd perfectly, To all that simply meet His blesséd will!" Some subtle charm of eloquence, made up The listener thought not how, thought not indeed That there was any charm of eloquence-- Manner perhaps, a flexure of the voice, Accent of clear simplicity with depth, A strand of pathos braided into it, The capture of an all-subduing eye-- These things in her, but more than these, herself, Say rather the Spirit of God inhabiting her, Made Mary speaking irresistible. Krishna did not withstand the undoing spell, But yielded more and more, as still she spoke: "O, it was dreadful to behold his case, That demon-ridden man's! No clothes he wore, But fetters and chains instead, which could not bind His frantic strength to hold him anywhere. Like a wild beast in lair he lived abroad Housed but in rocky hollows of the hills. No man dared pass his way, so fierce was he, Cutting himself with stones among the tombs. When he saw Jesus coming, still far off, He ran toward Him and prostrate worshipped Him, Crying with a most lamentable voice: 'Lo, what have I to do with thee, O Thou Jesus, Thou Son of God Most High? I plead And I adjure Thee by the name of God That thou torment me not!' For Christ had said, 'Thou unclean spirit, come thou forth from him!' 'What is thy name?' asked Jesus; and he said: 'Legion, for we are many.'