He remembered how He had reached out a Hand to every helpless one, how He was the Helper of every weak one.

And out of the depths of his soul he cried to the Helper, and found comfort.

Not victory, but, what is better, strength.

And so, without a thought of the niceties of theological distinctions, without dreaming that it was the beginning of a religious experience, he found what he needed, help.

And the Helper gave His beloved sleep..