A little more deeply shadowed in their mind, Pathetically hopeful yet in God, They met next day again, as had been planned, In the same spot with the same weather still Prolonging that winter interlude of spring, When Mary thus her broken-off tale resumed: "The wonder of the works that Jesus did, Wonderful as they were for grace and power, Was less than of the words that Jesus spake. 'Spirit and life' these were, as Himself said. Once I remember, near Gennesaret, On a green grassy mound which swelled so high That mountain even it meetly might be called, Sitting Him down as on a natural throne Of kinglike gentle state, there, with the waves Of that bright water kneeling at His feet And the blue cope of sky canopying His head, He His disciples round about Him drew And taught us of the coming kingdom of heaven. 'Blesséd the poor in spirit,' He began, 'For unto them belongs the kingdom of heaven; Blesséd the souls that mourn, for in God's time They shall be comforted; blesséd the meek, For theirs the heritage of the earth shall be; Blesséd the souls ahungered and athirst For righteousness, for they shall yet be filled; Blesséd the merciful, for mercy they In turn shall find; blesséd the pure in heart, For they God's face shall see; blesséd, who make Peace among men, for they shall thence be called Children of God; blesséd, who for the sake Of righteousness shall persecuted be, For unto them belongs the kingdom of heaven.'"