THE SECRET OF PIETY. 181 THE SECRET OF PIETY. W. R. ALGER'S "POETRY OF THE EAST." A PINING Sceptic towards a raptured saint inclined, And asked him how the Boundless Lover, God, to find. A smile divine across the saint's pale features stole, And thus in wise and pitying love he poured his soul: "Ah, hapless wanderer! long from life's true. bliss shut out, In night of sin forlorn and wilderness of doubt, Prepared am I with thy sad lot to sympathize, For o'er my own dim tracks thy dark experience lies. Now list and ponder deep, the secret while I tell Of all the love with which angelic bosoms swell. Whoso would careless tread one worm that crawls the sod, That cruel man is darkly alienate from God; But he that lives, embracing all that is, in love, To dwell with him God bursts all bounds, below, above." 16 FROM "THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL." J. R. LOWELL. SIR Launfal turned from his own hard gate, An old, bent man, worn out and frail, He came back from seeking the Holy Grail; No more on his surcoat was blazoned the cross, Sir Launfal's raiment thin and spare He sees the snake-like caravan crawl To where, in its slender necklace of grass, * The vessel used by the Saviour at the Last Supper. THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL. 183 And with its own self like an infant played, "For Christ's sweet sake, I beg an alms" The leper, lank as the rain-blanched bone, And Sir Launfal said: "I behold in thee Thou also hast had the world's buffets and scorns, And to thy life were not denied The wounds in the hands and feet and side: Mild Mary's Son, acknowledge me; Behold, through him, I give to thee!" Then the soul of the leper stood up in his eyes And looked at Sir Launfal, and straightway he Remembered in what a haughtier guise He had flung an alms to leprosie, When he caged his young life up in gilded mail, And set forth in search of the Holy Grail. The heart within him was ashes and dust ; He parted in twain his single crust, 'T was a mouldy crust of coarse brown bread, As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face, The leper no longer crouched at his side, Shining and tall and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate, — Himself the Gate whereby men can Enter the temple of God in Man. His words were shed softer than leaves from the pine, And they fell on Sir Launfal as snows on the brine, Which mingle their softness and quiet in one With the shaggy unrest they float down upon; And the voice that was calmer than silence said: "Lo, it is I, be not afraid! In many climes, without avail, Thou hast spent thy life for the Holy Grail; A PRAYER OF AFFECTION. Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now; In whatso we share with another's need,- 185 Who bestows himself with his alms feeds three,Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.” A PRAYER OF AFFECTION MRS. HEMANS. BLESSINGS, O Father, shower! Father of mercies! round his precious head! On his lone walks, and on his thoughtful hour, And the pure visions of his midnight bed, Blessings be shed! Father! I pray thee not For earthly treasure to that most beloved, |