Why there was peace with the other three.

They found Brother John by his bee-skeps brown
Watching his bees in their elfin town.
"Little folk, little folk all a-wing,
More honey is yours when ye do not sting,
And that is a very sensible thing,"
Said Brother John to the bees.

They found Brother Gildas a-fishing for trout,
Oblivious that any one was about.
"Finny folk, finny folk, deep in the fen,
There's a bait for each fish if we only know when,--
And that is the way to fish for men,"
Said Brother Gildas to the fishes.

They found on the moorland bleak and cold
Brother Sebastian, far from the fold.
"Sheep of my sheepfold, by night and by day
I seek ye untiring wherever ye stray,--
For thus ye have taught me the Master's own way,"
Said Brother Sebastian the shepherd.

And the brethren were silent. Each prayed in his heart
That in all of his doings in craft or in art
He might give God the glory. Since Adam's fall
The workman is nothing, the work is all.
There was peace in the cloisters. The Abbot that night
Gave thanks that his children had found the light.