Chapter III: (Castelli writes, enclosing Schemer's letter, to Campanella.)

What think I? This,--that he has laid his hands Like Samson on the pillars of our world, And one more trembling utterance such as this Will overwhelm us all. O, Campanella, You know that I am loyal to our faith, As Galileo too has always been. You know that I believe, as he believes, In the one Catholic Apostolic Church; Yet there are many times when I could wish That some blind Samson would indeed tear down All this proud temporal fabric, made with hands, And that, once more, we suffered with our Lord, Were persecuted, crucified with Him. I tell you, Campanella, on that day When Galileo faced our Cardinals, A veil was rent for me. There, in one flash, I saw the eternal tragedy, transformed Into new terms. I saw the Christ once more, Before the court of Pilate. Peter there Denied Him once again; and, as for me, Never has all my soul so humbly knelt To God in Christ, as when that sad old man Bowed his grey head, and knelt--at seventy years-- To acquiesce, and shake the world with shame. _He shall not strive or cry_! Strange, is it not, How nearly Scheiner--even amidst his hate-- Quoted the Prophets? Do we think this world So greatly bettered, that the ancient cry, "_Despised, rejected_," hails our God no more?