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Show HOLIDAY FOR GOD When all the churches had been dutifully attended, all aniens toned, and the pews emptied- when air about the altars cleared, and the tolling tongues of bells were satisfied and stilled- he came out from the arches and the naves quietly- so quietly the pigeons cooing, wingfolded, were not startled from cornices and eaves; nor priest, nor pastor faltered, in his name bidding the silkened flocks goodbye.... A child, warm-haired under his hands' touch, followed a moment until the parents called Come now, come home. "But mother, but father, did you see his face? The world flashed in it orange and blue as glass in the window of saints; his eyes were shining me clean, hie hands came on me like leaves or a feather of sun, and I knew if I went with him we could find a place to sit watching the sky like rivers unwinding, and the lovely lions, the little soft lambs, would play. Children must not go with strangers, dear. Now come. "But he was alone: he needed me today." |