[{"node":{"title":"Hanna131","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna131","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Fa\u00e7ade, Rose","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna131","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna131_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff125\n\nboth a sword to pierce and a shield to protect.\n\nAnd the work to which he had dedicated his life now lay in ruins\naround him. How swiftly the facade, already honeycombed with his own\ndoubts and reservations, had crumbled. Yet knew he knew that belief and\nfaith as frail as his had borne many of his fellows to the close of their\ndays, both honoured and mourned, but they had steered clear of the\nshattering rock that he had run upon. He who had so often realised that\nall his sermons, all his counsel, could be cancelled by one deed, now\nsaw with equal clearness that one deed could not be erased by a thousand\nwords. \"How beggarly all arguments appear before a defiant deed,\" he\nquoted bitterly.\n\nHe arose and went slowly down to the road. As he walked home he\nmet a farmer and his wife, members of his congregation, driving towards\nhim in their trap. With shame and embarassment he saw the little stir\nthat passed over them as they recognised his figure. When they approached\nhim he saluted them and bowed his head so that they had no choice but to\nbid him the time of day and drive on. He didnt avoid the little cloud\nof dust that rose from their wheels. It fell on his clothes but he\nwalked on, unheeding\n","Type":"Text"}}]