Read! perchance the clue to guide thee hidden in the words may lie:
"_Raise the stone, and thou shalt find me; cleave the wood, and there
am I._"
Can it be the mighty Master spake such simple words as these?
Can it be that men must seek Him at their toil 'mid rocks and trees?
Disappointed, heavy-hearted, from the Mountain of the Bird
Felix mournfully descended, questioning the Master's word.
Not for him a sacred dwelling, far above the haunts of men:
He must turn his footsteps backward to the common life again.
From a quarry near the river, hollowed out amid the hills,
Rose the clattering voice of labour, clanking hammers, clinking drills.
Dust, and noise, and hot confusion made a Babel of the spot:
There, among the lowliest workers, Felix sought and found his lot.
Now he swung the ponderous mallet, smote the iron in the rock--
Muscles quivering, tingling, throbbing--blow on blow and shock on shock;
Now he drove the willow wedges, wet them till they swelled and split,
With their silent strength, the fragment, sent it thundering down the
pit.
Now the groaning tackle raised it; now the rollers made it slide;
Harnessed men, like beasts of burden, drew it to the river-side.
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