He called to his mother and to his father and to the sister who had gone before them, crying their names over and over in the night.

But under all his sorrow he felt as great a rage against the Gentile nation that had driven them into the wilderness.
When the spasm of grief had passed, he still lay there a long time.

Then becoming chilled he walked again over the prairie, watching the moon go down and darkness come to make the stars brighter, and then the day show gray in the east.

And as he walked against his sorrow, the burden of his thought came to be: "God has tried me more than most men; therefore he expects more of me; and my reward shall be greater.

New visions shall be given to me, and a new power, and this poor, hunted, plundered remnant of Israel shall find me their staff.