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Show 46 To the man for whom ethical teaching is a book that is sealed, Who stands to dispute his place." The Angel of Faith smiled down at the throng below And answered: "Perchance I might well deserve. If thus I had hoped, to lose all hope; but nay, 'Tis not the power for which men will strive that I pray, But only the power to serve." The Angel of Doubt spake scornfully on: "So much Thou countest of good these friendship years, But methinks like a careless child whose slight bruise .smarts. They bare to a curious world their grieving hearts. With thoughtless, parting tears." Said the Angel of Faith, "Thou canst not judge If thou judgest with measure of men; For the life that is but touched by another life, In the calm of peace as well as in the heat of strife, Is never the same again." The speaking ceased. The dark-faced angel turned In bitterness away. And then No sooner had he passed, the plain below Grew strangely light,-a wondrous, heavenly glow Beyond the art of men. 'Twas from the shining angel face. In prayer He bent above the plain. And o'er It fell a hush. The throng with unrest rife The benediction fell. Out to his wider life Each one the blessing bore. Florence A. Fonda. |