With the words, tears welled from the old woman's dim, small eyes, and
became merged with the folds and wrinkles on her grief-stained cheeks.
And in the presence of that little head, a head shaking like a dead
leaf in the autumn time, and of those kindly features so worn with age
and sorrow, my eyes fell, and I felt smitten with shame to find that,
on searching my soul for at least a word of consolation to offer to the
poor fellow-mortal before me, I could discover none that seemed
suitable.
But at length there recurred to my mind some strange words which I had
encountered in I know not what antique volume--words which ran:
"Let not the servants of the Gods lament but, rather, rejoice, in that
weeping and lamentation grieve both the Gods and mankind."
Thereafter, I muttered confusedly:
"It is time that I was going."
"What?" was her hasty exclamation, an exclamation uttered as though the
words had affrighted her. Whereafter, with quivering lips, she began
hesitantly and uncertainly to fumble in her bodice.
"No, I have no need of money," I interposed. "Only, if you should be so
willing, give me a piece of bread."
"You have no need of money?" she re-echoed dubiously.
"No, none. For that matter, of what use could it be to me?"
"Well, well!" she said after a thoughtful pause. "Then be it as you
wish, and--and I thank you."
* * * * *
The sun, as he rose and ascended towards the blue of the firmament, was
spreading over the earth a braggart, peacock-like tail of beams. And as
he did so, I winked at him, for by experience I knew that some two
hours later his smiles would be scorching me with fire. Yet for the
time being he and I had no fault to find with one another. Wherefore, I
set myself to search for a bank whence I might sing to him, as to the
Lord of Life:
Oh Thou of intangible substance,
Reveal now that substance to me!
Enwrap me within the great vestment
Of light which encompasseth Thee!
That with Thy uprising, my substance
May Come all-prevailing to be!
* * * * *
"Let us live our lives unto ourselves. Let theirs be theirs, and ours,
ours."
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