XXX.

At first he pledged a miracle quite boldly, And, for a day or two, they growled and waited: But, finding that this kind of manna coldly Sat on their stomachs, they ere long berated The saint for still persisting in that old lie, Till soon the whole machine of saintship grated, Ran slow, creaked, stopped, and, wishing him in Tophet, They gathered strength enough to stone the prophet.