ther the sweet meadows and the acres of wheat and barley sloping
down to the slow river, and beyond the river the clearings in the
ancient forest.

But Thomas the Sub-prior was grieved and troubled in his mind by the
richness and the beauty of all he saw about him, and by the Prior's
eagerness to be ever adding some new work in stone, or oak, or metal,
or jewels.

"Surely," he said to himself, "these things are unprofitable--less to
the honour of God than to the pleasure of the eye and the pride of life
and the luxury of our house! Had so much treasure not been wasted on
these vanities of bright colour and carved stone, our dole to the poor
of Christ might have been fourfold, and they filled with good things.
But now let our almoner do what best he may, I doubt not many a leper
sleeps cold, and many a poor man goes lean with hunger."

This the Sub-prior said, not because his heart was quick with
fellowship for the poor, but because he was of a narrow and gloomy and
grudging nature, and he could conceive of no true service of God which
was not one of fasting and praying, of fear and trembling, of
joylessness and mortification.

Now you must know that the greatest of the monks and the hermits and
the holy men were not of this kind. In their love of God they were
blithe of heart, and filled with a rare sweetness and tranquillity of
soul, and they looked on the goodly earth with deep joy, and they had a
tender care for the wild creatures of wood and water. But Thomas had
yet much to learn of the beauty of holiness.

Often in the bleak dark hours of the night he would leave his cell and
steal into the Minster, to fling himself on the cold stones before the
high altar; and there he would remain, shivering and praying, till his
strength failed him.

It happened one winter night, when the thoughts I have spoken of had
grown very bitter in his mind, Thomas guided his steps by the glimmer
of the sanctuary lamp to his accustomed place in the choir. Falling on
his knees, he laid himself on his face with the palms of his
outstretched hands flat on the icy pavement. And as he lay there,
taking a cruel joy in the freezing cold and the torture of his body, he
became gradually aware of a sound of far-away yet most heavenly music.

He raised himself to his knees to listen, and to his amazement he
perceived that the whole Minster was pervaded by a faint mysterious
light, which was every instant growing brighter and clearer.