We told of him as one who should have soared 
And seen for us the devastating light 
Whereof there is not either day or night, 
And shared with us the glamour of the Word 
That fell once upon Amos to record
For men at ease in Zion, when the sight 
Of ills obscured aggrieved him and the might 
Of Hamath was a warning of the Lord. 

Assured somehow that he would make us wise, 
Our pleasure was to wait; and our surprise
Was hard when we confessed the dry return 
Of his regret. For we were still to learn 
That earth has not a school where we may go 
For wisdom, or for more than we may know.