第18部分(第2/7 頁)

se　streets　again—they　would　look　at　him；　and　call：

‘Hey；　Frog…eyes！’

Men　would　be　standing　on　corners　again；　watching　him　pass；　girls　would　be　sitting　onstoops　again；　mocking　his　walk。　Grandmothers　would　stare　out　of　windows；　saying：

‘That　sure　is　a　sorry　little　boy。’

He　would　weep　again；　his　heart　insisted；　for　now　his　weeping　had　begun；　he　would　rageagain；　said　the　shifting　air；　for　the　lions　of　rage　had　been　unloosed；　he　would　be　in　darkness　again；in　fire　again；　now　that　he　had　seen　the　fire　and　the　darkness。　He　was　free—whom　the　Son　sets　freeis　free　indeed—he　had　only　to　stand　fast　in　his　liberty。　He　was　in　battle　no　longer；　this　unfoldingLord’s　day；　with　this　avenue；　these　houses；　the　sleeping；　staring；　shouting　people；　but　had　enteredinto　battle　with　Jacob’s　angel；　with　the　princes　and　the　powers　of　the　air。　And　he　was　filled　with　ajoy；　a　joy　unspeakable；　whose　roots；　though　he　would　not　trace　then　on　this　new　day　of　his　life；were　nourished　by　the　wellspring　of　a　despair　not　yet　discovered。　The　joy　of　the　Lord　is　thestrength　of　His　people。　Where　joy　was；　there　strength　followed；　where　strength　was；　sorrow　came—for　ever？　For　ever　and　for　ever；　said　the　arm　of　Elisha；　heavy　on　his　shoulder。　And　John　tried　tosee　through　the　morning　wall；　to　stare　past　the　bitter　houses；　to　tear　the　thousand　gray　veils　of　thesky　away；　and　look　into　that　heart—the　monstrous　heart　which　beat　for　ever；　turning　the　astoundeduniverse；　manding　the　stars　to　flee　away　before　the　sun’s　red　sandal；　bidding　the　moon　to　waxand　wane；　and　disappear；　and　e　again；　with　a　silver holding　back　the　sea；　and　out　ofmysteries　abysmal；　re…creating；　each　day；　the　earth。　That　heart；　that　breath；　without　which　was　notanything　made　which　was　made。　Tears　came　into　his　eyes　again；　maki