text:  Crushed by thy contact with the hem of his garment overwhelmed by inspiration from Him whom the world can scarcely bear a poor mortal half alive half dead thou descendest upon earth and carriest with thee what thou hast created _there_ in _His_ presence! Mortals surround thy production judging valuing discussing it in detail; the patron laudeth the ornaments the grandeur of the columns the weight of the work; the distributors of favour gamble away thy honour or creep like mice under thy plan and nibble at it in the darkness of night