A Cloister Legend.

A monk, to meditation given1
                        
                        And holy communings with heaven,2
                        
                        Had long and most devoutly pray’d—3
                        
                        Feeling such boon his faith would aid—4
                        
                        That Heaven would unto him accord5
                        
                        An actual vision of the Lord.6
                        At last Heaven heard him ;  for one day7
                        
                        While in his lonely cell he lay,8
                        
                        Heavy of heart, because afraid9
                        
                        He had presumptuously pray’d,10
                        
                        His cell flash’d up with sudden light,11
                        
                        And shew’d to his astonish’d sight12
                        
                        A glorious Presence, who with smile13
                        
                        Most winning greeted him, and, while14
                        
                        He shrunk abash’d, said graciously,15
                        
                        “ Why art thou troubled ?  It is I !”16
                        
But hark !  there is the convent-bell17
                        
                        Pealing the hour, when from his cell18
                        
                        The monk must go to serve and bless19
                        
                        The sons and daughters of distress,20
                        
                        Who, every day at noontide, wait21
                        
                        For alms before the convent-gate22
                        
                        Untimely summons !  Shall he stay23
                        
                        T’ enjoy the vision, or obey24
                        
                        The call which bids him haste to glad25
                        
                        
                        The poor with benison and bread ?26
                        
                        He hesitates—he fain would stay,27
                        
                        But conscience beckons him away,28
                        
                        Reminding him that unto men29
                        
                        Duty comes first, and pleasure then ;30
                        
                        And so, though not without regret31
                        
                        And the desire to linger yet,32
                        
                        He quits the Presence, and repairs33
                        
                        To where the poor await his cares.34
                        A monk kneels in a darkened room with his hands raised above his head below the illuminated
                        figure of
                        Jesus Christ. Jesus raises his left hand towards the man and his right hand bears
                        the stigmata. 1/2 page.
                     
                     
                     
                     This duty done, he seeks anew35
                        
                        His quite cell ;  there to review,36
                        
                        In pensive thought, those glories bright37
                        
                        Which had a moment charm’d his sight.38
                        
                        He starts !  for, marvellous to tell39
                        
                        The Christ is still within his cell ;40
                        
                        And not less glorious than before,41
                        
                        But glorious infinitely more.42
                        
                        With mingled awe and rapture gazed43
                        
                        
                        The monk ;  yet in his heart amazed44
                        
                        That One whom he had seem’d to slight—45
                        
                        Preferring to His presence bright46
                        
                        A homely duty—thus should deign47
                        
                        To wait and gladden him again.48
                        
                        “ Nay, wonder not,” the Presence said—49
                        
                        “ Because thou wentest forth, I stay’d ;50
                        
                        Hadst thou remain’d t’ enjoy the sight,51
                        
                        I would have taken instant flight !”52