The Poems of Henry Van Dyke by Henry Van Dyke
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Though I see Thee not, I love Thee. Let me do Thy humblest task!"
Through the dimness of the temple slowly dawned a mystic light; There the Master stood in glory, manifest to mortal sight: Hands that bore the mark of labour, brow that bore the print of care; Hands of power, divinely tender; brow of light, divinely fair. "Hearken, good and faithful servant, true disciple, loyal friend! Thou hast followed me and found me; I will keep thee to the end. "Well I know thy toil and trouble; often weary, fainting, worn, I have lived the life of labour, heavy burdens I have borne. "Never in a prince's palace have I slept on golden bed, Never in a hermit's cavern have I eaten unearned bread. "Born within a lowly stable, where the cattle round me stood, Trained a carpenter in Nazareth, I have toiled, and found it good. "They who tread the path of labour follow where my feet have trod; They who work without complaining do the holy will of God. "Where the many toil together, there am I among my own; Where the tired workman sleepeth, there am I with him alone. "I, the peace that passeth knowledge, dwell amid the daily strife; I, the bread of heaven, am broken in the sacrament of life. "Every task, however simple, sets the soul that does it free; |
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