And before that humble Altar And I laid a vow in her hands. And I know, when I enter softly And pause at that shrine to pray, That the fret and the strife and the burden Will be softened and laid away. And the Prayer and the Vow that sealed it It is one long chaplet of memories That gleam in the Past and the Distance Like stars that will shine forever, Or the trust that we give to her. Past griefs are perished and over, Past joys have vanished and died, Past loves are fled and forgotten, Past hopes have been laid aside. Past fears have faded in daylight, One Love and Remembrance only So wherever I look in the distance, I will ask for one grace, O Mother! At each one, O Mother of Mercy! THE HOMELESS POOR. ALM the city lay in midnight silence, Then I saw an Angel spread his pinions In his hands he bore two crowns of lilies, Sweet with sweetness not of earthly flowers, But a coronal of prayers for Heaven He had gathered through the evening hours; He had gathered in that mighty city Through whose streets and pathways he had trod, Till he wove into a winter garland Prayers that faithful hearts had sent to God. Through the azure midnight he was rising; Then strange words upon the silence broke, THE ANGEL OF PRAYERS. "I have come from wandering through the city, "I have been to one of England's Havens, "There I heard the ring of children's laughter "And I heard him tell, with loving honor, When he named the Holy Child's dear name. "Then he told how houseless, homeless, friendless, "As he spoke, I heard his accents falter, And I saw each childish heart was stirred With a loving throb of tender pity At the sorrowful, sweet tale they heard. "As the children sang their Christmas carol "So I gathered from that home, as flowers, THE ANGEL OF DEEDS. "In that very street, at that same hour, In the bitter air and drifting sleet, Crouching in a doorway was a mother, With her children shuddering at her feet. "She was silent; who would hear her pleading? Men and beasts were housed; but she must stay Houseless in the great and pitiless city, Till the dawning of the winter day. "Homeless - while her fellow-men are resting Calm and blest: their very dogs are fed, Warm and sheltered, and their sleeping children Safely nestled in each little bed. "She can only draw her poor rags closer Round her wailing baby, closer hold One, the least and sickliest, while the others Creep together, tired, hungry, cold. "What are these poor flowers thou hast gathered? Cast such fragile, worthless tokens by: Will He prize mere words of love and honor "He has said - His truths are all eternal Then I saw the Angel with the flowers Once again the Angel raised his head, THE ANGEL OF PRAYERS. “I have been where, kneeling at the Altar, |