"'And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all
mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that
I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
"'And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I
give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me
nothing.
"'Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity
vaunteth not itself; is not puffed up,
"'Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not
easily provoked, thinketh no evil;
"'Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things,
endureth all things.
"'Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they
shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether
there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.'"
As the last words died away in the far woodland, Trove and Darrel
turned, wiping their eyes in silence. That flood of inspiration
had filled them. Big thoughts had come drifting down with its
current. They listened a while, but heard only the faint crackle
of the fire.
"Strange!" said Trove, presently.
"Passing strange, and like a beautiful song," said Darrel.
"It may be some insane fanatic.
Pages:
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182