the midday sun
No matter about his own good name ! No matter if he was only one man in a million ! The kingdom of heaven was like a grain of mustard seed . When he came within sight of St. Paul 's the golden cross on the dome was flashing like a fiery finger in the blaze of the midday sun . That was the true ensign ! It was a monstrous and wicked fallacy , a gloomy and narrow formula , that religion had to do with the affairs of the other world only . Work was religion !