Hath my Lord wroung from me my slowe leaue By laboursome petition, and at last Vpon his will I seald my hard consent, I doe beseech you giue him leaue to goe.]

An organ melody followed, thrillingly sweet; and borne outward on it the beseeching of the All-Merciful: "'Art thou weary, art thou languid, Art thou sore distressed? Come to me!'

I beseech you to remember thisI beseech you to believe this, with your whole hearts, and minds, and souls, and especially just now.