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convent gate! From his knees the monk arose; With full heart and hand he goes, At his gate the poor relieves, Gains a blessing and receives; To his cell returned, and there Found the angel of his prayer, Who with radiant features said, "Hadst thou stayed I must have fled." --Charles Timothy Brooks. THE HEAVENLY PRESENCE Somewhere I have read of an aged monk Who, kneeling one day in his cell, Beheld in a glorious vision the form Of the dear Lord Christ; and there fell Upon him a rapture, wondrously sweet, And his lips could frame no word, As he gazed on the form and noted the love That beamed from the face of his Lord. There came to his ears the sound of a bell Which called him early and late To carry loaves to the wretched poor Who lingered about the gate. Could he leave his cell now glorified By the presence of the Christ, The Blessed Son, the Holy One, His Saviour, the Sacrificed? He went to his act of mercy, and when He returned to his cell, the dim Gay light was dispelled as the loving Christ Re-entered to welcome him. And the Blessed One remained, more fair, More glorious than before, And the heart of the aged monk was glad, And his cell was dim no more. "Draw nigh and abide with me, O Christ, All through this day," is the prayer Which sounds from my heart, and my lips repeat Each morning, and Christ, the Fair, Seems very near as his words I hear, Though his form I do not see; "When you care for the least of these, dear child, You have done it unto me. "With loving service fill all this day, Do good in the name of your Lord, And I will be near, your heart to cheer, According to my word." --William Norris Burr. ONLY It was _only_ a blossom, Just the merest bit of bloom, But it brought a glimpse of summer To the little darkened room. It was _only_ a glad "good morning," As she passed along the way; But it spread the morning's glory Over the livelong day. _Only_ a song; but the music, Though simply pure and sweet, Brought back to better pathways The reckless roving feet. "_Only_," in our blind wisdom, How dare we say at all? Since the ages alone can tell us
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