God will not speak to him.

His weary soul is silent, barren of thought.

Time creeps slowly on.

To refresh itself, the weary soul makes an effort to recall the last part of the vision, its soaring flight through a stormy nocturnal sky to meet descending angels.

And he reflects dimly: "If this fate awaits me, why should I repine?
Though I be tempted I shall not be conquered, and though I be conquered still God will raise me up again.