Chapter 4

_THE STRAIT PATH_

XL A CALL FROM HOME XLI HOME AGAIN XLII "_Strange that we creatures of the petty ways, Poor prisoners behind these fleshly bars, Can sometimes think us thoughts with God ablaze, Touching the fringes of the outer stars_" XLIII "_Call now; is there any that will answer thee_?" XLIV "_A bruised reed will He not break, and a dimly burning wick will He not quench_" XLV "_That our soul may swim We sink our heart down, bubbling, under wave_" XLVI A LONG TALK WITH ARNOLD XLVII "...AND ALL THE TRUMPETS SOUNDED!"

THE BENT TWIG