"And as the years Went on, as I had time, was fortunate In finding books I read of many men Who had illumination, as I had it. Read Of Dante's vision, how he found himself Saw immortality, lost fear of death. Read Swedenborg, who left the intellect At fifty-four for God, and entered heaven Before he quitted life and saw behind The sun of fire, a sun of love and truth. Read Whitman who exclaimed to God: 'Thou knowest My manhood's visionary meditations Which come from Thee, the ardor and the urge. Thou lightest my life with rays ineffable Beyond all signs, descriptions, languages.' Read Blake, Spinoza, Emerson, read Wordsworth Who wrote of something 'deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue skies, and in the mind of man-- A motion and a spirit that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought And rolls through all things.' "And at last they called me The mad, and learned carpenter. And then-- I'm growing faint. Your hand, hold ..." At this point He fainted, sank into a stupor. There I watched him, to discover if 'twas death. But soon I saw him rally, then he spoke. There was some other talk, but not of moment. I had to change the cylinder--the talk Was broken, rambling, and of trifling things, Throws no light on the case, being sane enough. He died next morning. Students who desire To examine the skull and brain may do so now At their convenience in the laboratory. FRIAR YVES Said Friar Yves: "God will bless Saint Louis' other-worldliness. Whatever the fate be, still I fare To fight for the Holy Sepulcher. If I survive, I shall return With precious things from Palestine-- Gold for my purse, spices and wine, Glory to wear among my kin. Fame as a warrior I shall win. But, otherwise, if I am slain In Jesus' cause, my soul shall earn Immortal life washed white from sin." Said Friar Yves: "Come what will-- Riches and glory, death and woe-- At dawn to Palestine I go. Whether I live or die, I gain To fly the tepid good and ill Of daily living in Champagne, Where those who reach salvation lose The treasures, raptures of the earth, Captured, possessed, and made to serve The gospel love of Jesus' birth, Sacrifice, death; where even those Passing from pious works and prayer To paradise are not received As those who battled, strove, and lived, And periled bodies, as I choose To peril mine, and thus to use Body and soul to build the throne Of Louis the Saint, where Joseph's care Lay Jesus under a granite stone."