A man was toiling, seeking, toiling, by hot sun and cold moon, with
pickaxe and with spade; and as he toiled there came a bright Spirit, and
looked him in the face, and smiled.
"Who are you, fair Spirit?" asked the man. And the other answered, "My
name is Truth!"
Then the man threw down his pick and spade, and ran, and brought costly
robes and wrapped the Spirit in them; and set him on a throne, and bound
him fast with chains of gold, and covered his face with a veil of
precious web, and fell down and worshipped him. Happy man was he!
Now by and by as he worshipped a traveller came by that way, and stopped
to look.
"Fair answer to your prayers, brother!" said the traveller. "What God do
you worship?"