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If thy neighbour should sin, old Christoral cried,
Never never uninerciful be!
That thou art not as wicked as he.
At sixty and seven the hope of heaven
Is my comfort, old Christoval cried, But if God had cut me off in my youth
I might not have gone there when I died.
You shall have the farm, young Christoval,
My good master Henrique said, But a surety provide, in whom I can confide,
That duly the rent shall be paid.
I was poor and I had not a friend on earth,
And I knew not what to say, We stood by the porch of St. Andres' church,
And it was on St. Isidro's day.
Accept for my surety St. Isidro,
I ventured to make reply, The Saint in Heaven may perhaps be my friend,
But friendless on earth am I.
We enter'd the church and came to his graxo
And I fell on my bended knee ; I am friendless, holy St. Isidro, And I venture to call upon
I call upon thee my surety to be,
Thou knowest my honest intent, And if ever I break my plighted word
Let thy vengeance make me repent!
I was idle, the day of payment came on,
And I had not the money in store, I fear'd the wrath of St. Isidro
But I fear'd Henrique more.
On a dark dark night I took my flight
And hastily fled away,
The road I had chosen lay.
As I pass'd the door 'I thought what I had sworc
Upon St. Isidro's day,
And faster 'I hasten'd: away.
Weary I was, and safe I thought,
But when it was day-light
And round the church all night.
I shook like a palsy and fell on my knees
And for pardon devoutly I pray'd :
You are here betimes, he said.
I have been idle good master ! I cried,
Good master and I have been wrong, And I have been running round the church
In penance all night long.
If thou hast been idle, Henrique said,
Go home and thy fault amend; I will not oppress thee Christoval,
May the Saint thy labour befriend,
Homeward I went a penitent,
And I never was idle more ;
As he punish'd my fault before.
my debtor was poor, old Christoval said,
And copied his goodness too.
When my neighbour has sinn'd, old Christoval said,
I have ever forgiven his sin,
And remember'd what I might have been.
Mystery of God! thou brave and beauteous world,