Now, as we moved on toward the plain, the sound of low chanting began to swell from the crowd. The strain gained in distinctness; power gathered on it; passion grew in it; prayer ascended from it. I could not help being moved by this billow of sweet sound. The forms and faces of the people melted together before my eyes; their outlines seemed to quiver in the flood of song; it was as if their manifold personalities blurred in the unity of their feeling; they seemed to me, as I regarded them, like the presence of one great, glad, loving human soul. This was their supplication. Thus arose the heavenly song:-- "Thou that takest away The sins of the world! Whosoever believeth Shall have life. Whosoever believeth on Thee Shall have eternal life. Thou that takest away The sins of the world! And givest--and givest Eternal life!" "I cannot sing that pretty song," said my boy sadly. "There is nobody to teach me. Father, I wish you _were_ a learned man!" Now, this smote me to the heart, so that I would even have lifted my voice and sought to join the chant, for the child's sake, and to comfort him; but when I would have done so, behold, I could not lift my soul; it resisted me like a weight too heavy for my lips; for, in this land, song never rises higher than the level of the soul; there are fine laws governing this fact whose nature I may not explain, and could not at that time even understand, but of the fact itself I testify. "Alas, alas, my son!" I said, "would God I were!" Now suddenly, while I was conversing with my child, I perceived a stir among the people, as if they moved to greet some person who was advancing toward them. I looked in the direction whither all eyes were turned; but I saw nothing to account for the excitement. While I stood gazing and wondering, at one movement, as if it were by one heart-heat, the great throng bowed their heads. Some object, some Presence of which I could not catch a glimpse, had entered among them. Whispers ran from lip to lip. I heard men say that He was here, that He was there, that He was yonder, that He had passed them, that He touched them. "He blesseth me!" they murmured. "And me! And me!" "Oh, even me!" I heard low cries of delight and sobs of moving tenderness. I heard strange, wistful words from the disabled of soul who were among us,--pleadings for I knew not what, offered to I knew not whom. I heard words of sorrow and words of utter love, and I saw signs of shame, and looks of rapture, and attitudes of peace and eager hope. I saw men kneeling in reverence. I saw them prostrate in petition. I saw them as if they were clinging affectionately to hands that they kissed and wept upon. I saw them bowed as one bows before the act of benediction. These things I perceived, but alas, I could perceive no more. What went I out, with the heavenly, happy people, for to see? Naught, God help me, worse than naught; for mine eyes were holden.