And then, after an interval, the
fresh breezes that blew towards him bore onward these words, slowly and
reverently pronounced:--
'Know, therefore, that God exacteth of thee less than thine iniquity
deserveth.
'Canst thou, by searching, find out God? Canst thou find out the
Almighty to perfection?'
Then the breeze fell, the words grew indistinct, but the procession
still moved forward. As it came nearer and nearer, the voice of the
reader was again plainly heard:--
'If iniquity be in thy hand, put it far away, and let not wickedness
dwell in thy tabernacles.
'For then shalt thou lift up thy face without spot; yea, thou shalt be
steadfast, and shalt not fear;
'Because thou shalt forget thy misery, and remember it as waters that
pass away:
And thine age shall be clearer than the noonday; thou shalt shine forth,
thou shalt be as the morning.'
The reader stopped and closed the book; for now Numerian had met the
members of the little procession, and they looked on him standing
voiceless before them in the clear moonlight, with his daughter's head
drooping over his shoulder as he carried her in his arms.
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