Who cries, on his approaching him, "Saul, Saul, Why persecutest thou my faithful seed?"
As whilom said the Saviour to Saint Paul, When (blessed stroke!) he smote him from his steed.
"Thou thought'st to pass the sea, nor pay withal;
Thought'st to defraud the pilot of his meed.
Thou seest that God has arms to reach and smite, When farthest off thou deem'st that God of might."