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From all vain pomps and shows, / From the pride that overflows. / And the false conceits of men, / From all the narrow rules / And subtleties of schools, / And the craft of tongue and pen; / Bewildered in its search, / Bewildered with the cry / "Lo, here! lo, there, the Church!" / Poor, sad Humanity / Through all the dust and heat / Turns back with bleeding feet, / By the weary road it came, / Unto the simple thought, / By the great Master taught, / And that remaineth still: / Not he that repeateth the name, / But he that doeth the will! / --Longfellow.
Frank Unett had spoken truly--it was impossible that he should live to see his child grow up; yet he made a hard fight with death, and, thanks to the tender nursing of his wife and the rare skill of his friend, Dr. Bridstock Harford, lived for some time after that December day when Hilary's future had been spoken of.