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And at the end of the garden was set a bush of rosemary. “For,” said the hermit, “to this we must all come.” Because rosemary is the herb they scatter over the dead. And he knew where almost everything grew, and what he did not know the boy told him.

Yet for all this, and though he had embraced poverty and solitude with joy, in the service of GOD and man, yet so bitter was blindness to him, that he bewailed the loss of his sight, with a grief that never lessened.

“For,” said he, “if it had pleased our Lord to send me any other affliction, such as a continual pain or a consuming sickness, I would have borne it gladly, seeing it would have left me free to see these herbs, which I use for the benefit of the poor. But now the sick suffer through my blindness, and to this boy also I am a continual burden.”

And when the boy called him at the hours of prayer, saying, “My Father, it is now time for the Nones office, for the marigold is closing,” or, “The Vespers bell will soon sound from the valley, for the bindweed bells are folded,” and the hermit recited the appointed prayers, he always added,

“I beseech Thee take away my blindness, as Thou didst heal Thy servant the son of Timeaus.”

And as the boy and he sorted herbs, he cried,

“Is there no balm in Gilead?”

And the boy answered, “The balm of Gilead grows six full paces from the gate, my Father.”

But the hermit said, “I spoke in a figure, my Son. I meant not that herb. But, alas! Is there no remedy to heal the physician? No cure for the curer?”

And the boy’s heart grew heavier and heavier day by day, because of the hermit’s grief. For he loved him.

Now one morning as the boy came up from the village, the hermit met him, groping painfully with his hands, but with joy in his countenance, and he said, “Is that thy step my Son? Come in, for I have somewhat to tell thee.”

And he said, “A vision has been vouchsafed to me, even a dream. Moreover, I believe that there shall be a cure for my blindness.”

Then the boy was glad, and begged of the hermit to relate his dream, which he did as follows–

“I dreamed, and behold I stood in the garden–thou also with me–and many people were gathered at the gate, to whom, with thy help, I gave herbs of healing in such fashion as I have been able since this blindness came upon me. And when they were gone, I smote upon my forehead, and said, ‘Where is the herb that shall heal my affliction?’ And a voice beside me said, ‘Here, my Son,’ And I cried to thee, ‘Who spoke?’ And thou saidst, ‘It is a man in pilgrim’s weeds, and lo, he hath a strange flower in his hand.’ Then said the Pilgrim, ‘It is a Trinity Flower. Moreover, I suppose that when thou hast it, thou wilt see clearly.’ Then I thought that thou didst take the flower from the Pilgrim and put it in my hand. And lo, my eyes were opened, and I saw clearly. And I knew the Pilgrim’s face, though where I have seen him I cannot yet recall. But I believed him to be Raphael the Archangel–he who led Tobias, and gave sight to his father. And even as it came to me to know him, he vanished; and I saw him no more.”

“And what was the Trinity Flower like, my Father?” asked the boy.

“It was about the size of Herb Paris, my son,” replied the hermit. “But instead of being fourfold every way, it numbered the mystic Three. Every part was threefold. The leaves were three, the petals three, the sepals three. The flower was snow-white, but on each of the three parts it was stained with crimson stripes, like white garments dyed in blood.”[6]