"I cannot tell thee, master, how my soul, All naked of its flesh investiture, Lay quivering to the touch of sight and sound. Into annihilation crushed, my pride, My pride, my hate, the fury of my zeal, The folly and the fury of my zeal Against God and His Christ, were not, and I Myself was not, but Christ in me was all. Thenceforth to me to live was Christ, and Christ None other than that Man of Calvary, The Jesus whom we crucified and slew. Rabban Gamaliel, then knew I that God Had visited His people otherwise Than we were used to dream that He would come, In glory, and in splendor, and in power, To overwhelm our enemies, and us To the high places of the earth lift up. Yea, otherwise, far otherwise, than so, Had our God visited His people--hid That glory which no man could see and live-- Sojourning in the person of one born Lowly, to teach us that the lowly place, And not the lordly, is for us to choose. Whoso the lowly place shall choose, and, prone Before Jehovah humbled to be man In Jesus Christ of Nazareth, fall down To worship, and, believing, to obey, Him will the Lord God show Himself unto, Since unto such He can, such being like Himself and able to behold His face." Silence between them, silence filled to Paul With intercession of the Spirit, He In groanings that could not be uttered praying; And to Gamaliel silence filled with awe. A pride not inaccessible to touch From the divine, and not incapable Of moments almost like humility, Was nature to Gamaliel that sometimes Renewed him in his spirit to a child. He lay now like an infant tremulous That feels the motion of the mother's breast, But other motion, of its own, has not. The awful powers of the world to come, Benign but awful, brooded over him; Eternity a Presence watching Time! Such breathless silence of the elder twain Left audible the breathing of the boy, Young Stephen, who, worn weary with his hours Of over-early anxious walk and watch, Had found the happy haven, ever nigh To youth and health and innocence o'erwrought, And dropped his anchors in the sounds of sleep. Thus then stretched out remiss upon the floor, As if unconscious body without soul, Lay Stephen slumbering there, beside those two So wakeful that each might in contrast seem Soul only, without body, soul disclad. A blast, not loud, of trumpet sudden blown For signal, and a clangor as of stir Responsive from the mailéd feet of men, Broke on the stillness from the court without. Gamaliel, rousing from his reverie, Gazed deep on Paul, who met his master's eye-- Gazed long and deep with slow-perusing look.