XCVII + 

St. Paul + 

I dream’d that, with a passionate complaint, + 

I wish’d me born amid God’s deeds of might; + 

And envied those who had the presence bright + 

Of gifted Prophet and strong-hearted Saint, + 

Whom my heart loves, and Fancy strives to paint. + 

I turn’d, when straight a stranger met my sight, + 

Came as my guest, and did awhile unite + 

His lot with mine, and lived without restraint. + 

Courteous he was, and grave⁠—so meek in mien, + 

It seem’d untrue, or told a purpose weak; + 

Yet, in the mood, he could with aptness speak, + 

Or with stern force, or show of feelings keen, + 

Marking deep craft, methought, or hidden pride:⁠— + 

Then came a voice⁠—“St. Paul is at thy side.” + 