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Show 44 The shade before his face seemed like the veil Of sin, which shuts even mercy out. Upon his brow and hollow cheek there lay The deep-cut lines of one who fears alway. It was the .A.ngel of Doubt. The other who looked upon the plain was fair To see. His face was passing fair; Like dawn of day when first the rays of sun Light up the mountain tops. The face of one Whose soul bows ever in prayer. His brow was as calm as the brow of Peace herself; The light in his eyes shone lovingly; Like halos which the Virgin Mother invest. On his lips a benediction seemed to rest; The Angel of Faith was he. As they looked, the dark-faced angel spake: "At an end Is thy labor of love. At an end the years Of thy wearying toil, of ceaseless, thankless care, The long rayless nights thy soul hath spent in prayer At an end, for them, thy tears. "Thou hast sent them forth. Dost think they are able to cope With the world? Like children they are to me. Who carelessly spend the length of their holiday Upon a bright, pebbled beach, as the children may. By the side of the sun-lit sea. "When the shadows of night time lengthen out To encompass the day in Ps twilight gloam, They gather the wealth which the tides bear in when they rise, -For a childish treasure has favor in childish eyes- That they may bear something home. |
