{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2945", "width": "1924", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS,\\nChap. Copyright No.\\n^helLA^/f/y^\\nj^^^\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "Marianna and her Vision by the Fire\\nFrom a drawing by the author", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "HE HIDDEN\\nSERVANTS\\nand OTHER VERY OLD\\nSTORIES Told Over\\nAgain by FRANCESCA ALEXANDER\\nAUTHOR OF THE STORY OF IDA,^\\nROADSIDE SONGS OF TUSCANY/ Etc.\\nIt\\nBOSTOSK LITTLE, BROWN, AND\\nCOMPANY iM DCCCC", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "39781\\nLibrary of Oonarew*\\niwo Copies Reckivfd\\nAUG 28 1900\\nCofyrfgM \u00c2\u00abntry\\nAUG 23 1900\\nS\u00c2\u00a3(V NP COPY.\\nOt^ Weo*^ to\\nOH lr) DIVISION,\\nSEP 5 5900\\nV i\\nCopyright, 1900,\\nBy LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY\\nAll Rights Reserved\\n7ii^o\\nUniversity Press John Wilson\\nand Son Cambridge, U.S.A.", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "Introduction\\nTO those who are fortunate enough to know\\nMiss Alexander s pen and pencil pictures of\\nItalian peasant life the very name of Francesca,\\nover which her early work was published, car-\\nries with it an aroma as of those humbler graces\\nof her adopted people, their sunny charity,\\ntheir native sense of the beautiful, their childlike\\nfaith, which touch the heart more intimately\\nthan all their great achievements in History and\\nin Art. For those, however, to whom are yet\\nunknown her faithful transcripts in picture and\\nstory from the lives of the people she loves, a\\nword of introduction has been asked and it was\\nperhaps thought that the task might properly be\\nentrusted to one who had heard The Hidden\\nServants and many another of these poems\\nfrom the lips of Francesca herself.\\nYet, rightly considered, could any experience\\nhave better served to banish from the mind such\\nirrelevant intruders as facts, those literal facts\\nand data at least which the uninitiated might be\\nso mistaken as to desire, but which none who", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTION\\nknew Francesca^s work could regard as of the\\nslightest consequence\\nImagine a quiet, green-latticed room in Venice\\noverlooking the Grand Canal whose waters\\nkeep time in gently audible lappings to the lilt\\nof the verse, that lilt that is apparent even in\\nthe printed line, but which only a voice trained\\nto Italian cadences can perfectly give. Imagine\\nthat voice half chanting, half reciting, these old,\\nold legends, and with an absolute sincerity of\\nconviction which stirs the mind of the listeners,\\nmere children of to-day though they be, to a\\nfaith akin to that which conceived the tales.\\nWhere is there place for facts in such a scene,\\nin such an experience Or, if facts must be,\\narc not all that are requisite easily to be gleaned\\nfrom the poems themselves? Why state that\\nFrancesca is the daughter of an American artist,\\nor that she has spent her life in Italy, when the art-\\nist inheritance, the Italian atmosphere, breathes\\nin every poem our little book contains Why\\nmake mention even of Ruskin^s enthusiastic\\nheralding of her work, when the very spirit of\\nit is so essentially that which the great idealist", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTION\\nwas seeking all his life that he could scarcely\\nhave failed to discover and applaud it had it been\\never so retiring, ever so hidden Nor does it\\nmatter that the Alexander home chances to be in\\nFlorence rather than in Venice, since it is Italy\\nitself that lives in Francesca s work nor that\\nshe is Protestant rather than Catholic, when it\\nis religion pure and simple, unrestricted by any\\ncreed, that makes vital each line she writes or\\ndraws.\\nYet of the poems, if not of the writer, there\\nremained still something to learn, and accord-\\ningly a letter of inquiry was sent her and her\\nown reply, written with no thought of publica-\\ntion, is a better report than another could give.\\nThis is what she says\\nWith regard to this present collection of\\nballads, I can tell its history in a few words.\\nWhen I was a young girl many old and curious\\nbooks fell into my hands and became my favour-\\nite reading (next to the Bible, and, perhaps, the\\nDivina Commedia)^ as I found in them the\\nstrong faith and simple modes of thought which\\nwere what I liked and wanted. Afterwards, in", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTION\\nmy constant intercourse with the country people,\\nand especially with old people whom I always\\nloved, I heard a great many legends and tra-\\nditions, often beautiful, often instructive, and\\nwhich, as far as I knew, had never been written\\ndown. I was always in request with children\\nfor the stories which I knew and could tell, and,\\nas I found they liked these legends, I thought it\\na pity they should be lost after I should have\\npassed away, and so I always meant to write\\nthem down; all the more that I had felt the\\nneed of such reading when I was a child myself.\\nBut I never had time to write them as long as\\nmy eyes permitted me to work at my drawing,\\nand afterwards, when I wanted to begin them,\\nI found myself unable to write at all for more\\nthan a few minutes at once. Finally I thought\\nof turning the stories into rhyme and learning\\nthem all by heart, so that I could write them\\ndown little by little. I thought children would\\nnot be very particular, if I could just make the\\ndear old stories vivid and comprehensible, which\\nI tried to do. If, as you kindly hope, they may\\nbe good for older people as well, then it must be", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTION\\nthat when the Lord took from me one faculty-\\nHe gave me another which is in no way im-\\npossible. And I think of the beautiful Italian\\nproverb When God shuts a door He opens a\\nwindow/\\nAfter such an account of the origin and\\ngrowth of these poems no further comment\\nwould seem fitting, unless it be that made by-\\nCardinal Manning when writing to Mr. Ruskin\\nin 1883 to thank him for a copy of Francesca s\\nStory of Ida. He writes\\nIt is simply beautiful, like the Fioretti di San\\nFrancesco* Such flowers can grow in one soil\\nalone. They can be found only in the Garden\\nof Faith, over which the world of light hangs\\nvisibly, and is more intensely seen by the poor\\nand the pure in heart than by the rich, or the\\nlearned, or the men of culture.\\nANNA FULLER.", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "preface\\nTHE OLD STORY-TELLER\\n/N my upper chamber here.\\nStill I TVdit from year to year\\nWondering l^hen the time li ill come\\nThat the Lord ti)ill call me home*\\nAll the rest have been removed*\\nThose I Jiyorked for* those I loved\\nAnd, at times, there seems to be\\nLittle use on earth for me.\\nStill God keeps me He kno ws l^hy\\nWhen so many younger die\\nFrom my l^indoTV I look do wn\\nOn the busy, bustling tcnvn.\\nBut beyond its noise and jar\\nI can see the hills afar\\nAnd above it, the blue sky.\\nAnd the iPohite clouds sailing by\\nAnd the sunbeams, as they shine\\nOn a tDorld that is not mine*\\nHere iJ^ait, Ji?hile life shall last.\\nAn old relic of the past.\\nFeeling strange, and far away", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "PREFACE\\nFrom the people of to-day\\nThankful for the memory dear\\nOf a morning, ahvays near.\\nThough long vanished, and so fair I\\nDeivy flo wers and April air\\nThankful that the storms of noon\\nSpent their force and died so soon\\nThankful, as their echoes cease.\\nFor this ttvilight hour of peace.\\nBut my life, to evening groivn.\\nStill has pleasures of its oivn.\\nUp my stairway, long and steep,\\nNovj and then the children creep\\nGather round me, ti here I sit\\nAll day long, and dream, and knit\\nFill my room l:i ith happy noise\\nMay God bless them, girls and boys f\\nThen siveet eyes upon me shine.\\nDimpled hands are laid in mine\\nAnd I never ask them 7t hy\\nThey have sought to climb so high\\nFor tivere useless to enquire I\\nTis a story they desire.", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "PREFACE\\nTaken from my ancient store,\\nNone the 7i?orse if heard before\\nAnd they turn, ti ith pleading looks.\\nTo my shelf of time-l^orn books.\\nBound in parchment broivn yt ith age.\\nLittle in them to engage\\nChildren s fancy, one would say I\\nYetf lPt hen tired li ith noisy play.\\nNothing pleases them so yt ell\\nAs the stories I can tell\\nFrom those pages, old and gray.\\nWith their edges t^om a^way\\nSpelling queer, and t^oodcut quaint.\\nAngel, demon, prince, and saint.\\nMuch alike in face and air\\nHouses tipping here and there.\\nLion, palm-tree, hermit s cell.\\nAnd much more I need not telL\\nThen they all attentive li ait.\\nWhile the story I relate.\\nAnd, before the half is told,\\nI forget that I am old\\nBut one age there seems to be", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "PREFACE\\nFor the tittle ones and me.\\nWhat though all be new and strange.\\nLittle children never change\\nAll is shifting day by day,\\nWorse or better, J^ho can say\\nMuch Jne lose, and much iPoe learn.\\nBut the children still return.\\nAs the flcm)ers do, every year\\nJust as innocent and dear\\nAs those babes %)ho first did meet\\nAt our Heavenly Master s feet.\\nIn His arms He took them all\\nOh, tis precious to recall\\nBlessed to believe it true\\nThat l:^hat t^e love He loved too\\nSince the time ti hen life Ji as new.\\nAll my long, long journey through,\\nI have story-teller been.\\nWhen a child I did begin\\nTo my playmates later on.\\nOther children, long since gone.\\nCame to listen and of some.\\nStill the children s children come I", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "PREFACE\\nSome, the dearest, took their flight.\\nIn the edrly morning light.\\nTo the glory far a cvay.\\nMade for them and such as they*\\nI have lingered till the last;\\nAll the busy hours are past\\nNow my sun is in the lt est,\\nSloivly sinking down to rest\\nEre it ivholly fades from view.\\nOne thing only I would do\\nFrom my stories I would choose\\nThose t would grieve me most to lose.\\nAnd would tell them once again\\nFor the children who remain.\\nAnd for others, yet to be.\\nWhom on earth I may not see*\\nHere, within this volume small,\\nI have thought to write them all;\\nAnd to-day the work commence.\\nTrusting, ere God call me hence,\\nI may see the whole complete*\\nIt will be a labour sweet.\\nCalling back, in sunset glow,\\nHappy hours of long ago*", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nIntroduction y\\nPreface\\nThe Hidden Servants j\\nThe Bagf of Sand 35\\nII G-ocifisso della Providcnza 49\\nAngels in the Churchyard 53\\nThe Origfin of the Indian G)m 7j\\nThe Eldest Daughter of the King 89\\nBishop Troilus jOJ\\nThe Crosses on the Wall J33\\nSuora Marianna J5j\\nThe Lupins jy^\\nThe Silver Cross jgy\\nThe Tears of Repentance J99", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Che Didden Servants\\nAND OTHER POEMS\\nTHE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nA SHELTERED nook on a mountain side,\\nShut in, and guarded, and fortified\\nBy rocks that hardly a goat would climb,\\nAll smoothed by tempest and bleached by time\\nSuch was the spot that the hermit chose,\\nFrom youth to age, for his lifers repose.\\nThere had he lived for forty years,\\nTrying, with penance and prayers and tears,\\nTo make his soul like a polished stone\\nIn God^s great temple for this alone\\nWas the one dear wish that his soul possessed.\\nAnd *t was little he cared for all the rest.\\nNothing had changed since first he came\\nThe sky and the mountain were all the same,\\nOnly a beech-tree, that there had grown\\nEre ever he builded his cell of stone.\\nHad risen and spread to a stately grace.\\nAnd its shifting shadow filled half the place.", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nMany a winter its storms had spent,\\nMany a summer its sunshine lent\\nTo the little cell, till it came to look\\nLike another rock in the peaceful nook.\\nMosses and lichen had veiled the wall,\\nTill it hardly seemed like a dwelling at all.\\nT was a peaceful home when the days were\\nsoft,\\nAnd spring in her sweetness crept aloft\\nFrom the plains below where her work was\\ndone.\\nAnd the hills grew green in the warming sun.\\nAnd in summer the cell of the hermit seemed\\nLike part of that heaven of which he dreamed\\nFor the turf behind those walls of flint\\nWas sprinkled with flowers of rainbow tint\\nAnd never a sound but the bees low hum,\\nAs over the blossoms they go and come\\nOr when one listened the fainter tones\\nOf a spring that bubbled between the stones.\\nBut dreary it was on a winter s night,\\nWhen the snow fell heavy and soft and white.\\n2", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nAnd at times, when the morn was cold and keen,\\nThe footprints of wolves at his door were seen.\\nBut cold or hunger he hardly felt,\\nSo near to heaven the good man dwelt\\nAnd as for danger why, death, to him.\\nMeant only joining the Seraphim I\\nPoorly he lived, and hardly fared\\nAnd when the acorns and roots he shared\\nWith mole or squirrel, he asked no more,\\nBut thanked the Lord for such welcome store.\\nThe richest feast he could ever know\\nWas when the shepherds who dwelt below.\\nWhose sheep in the mountain pastures fed,\\nWould bring him cheeses, or barley bread,\\nOr after harvest a bag of meal\\nAnd then they would all before him kneel,\\nOn flowery turf or on moss-grown rocks.\\nTo ask a blessing for them and their flocks.\\nAnd once or twice he had wandered out\\nTo preach in the country round about.\\nWhere unto many his words were blest\\nThen back he climbed to his quiet nest.\\n3", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nBy all in trouble his aid was sought\\nAnd women their pining children brought,\\nFor a touch of his hand to ease their pain,\\nAnd his prayers to make them strong again.\\nAnd now one wish in his heart remained\\nHe longed to know what his soul had gained,\\nAnd how he had grown in the Master s grace,\\nSince first he came to that lonely place.\\nThis wish was haunting him night and day.\\nHe never could drive the thought away.\\nUntil at length in the beech-tree s shade\\nHe knelt, and with all his soul he prayed\\nThat God would grant him to know and see\\nA man, if such in the world might be,\\nIWhose soul in the heavenly grace had grown\\nTo the self-same measure as his own;\\nWhose treasure on the celestial shore\\nCould neither be less than his nor more.\\nHe prayed with faith, and his prayer was\\nheard\\nHe hardly came to the closing word\\nBefore he felt there was some one there\\nHe looked, and saw in the sun-lit air\\n4", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nAn angel, floating on wings of white\\nNor did he wonder at such a sight\\nFor angels often had come to cheer\\nHis soul, and he thought them always\\nnear.\\nHappy and humble, he bowed his head.\\nAnd listened, while thus the angel said\\nGo to the nearest town, and there.\\nTo-morrow, will be in the market square\\n^A mountebank, playing his tricks for show\\nHe is the man thou hast prayed to know\\nHis soul, as seen by the light divine.\\nIs neither better nor worse than thine.\\nHis treasure on the celestial shore\\nIs neither less than thine own nor more.\\nNext day, in the dim and early morn.\\nBy a slippery path that the sheep had worn.\\nThe hermit went from his loved abode\\nTo the farms below, and the beaten road.\\nThe reapers, out in the field that day.\\nWho saw him passing, did often say.\\nWhat a mournful look the old man had\\nAnd his very voice was changed and sad.", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "THE HE)DEN SERVANTS\\nTroubled he was, and much perplexed\\nWith endless doubting his mind was vexed.\\nWhat He? A mountebank? Both the\\nsame?\\nWhat could it mean to his soul but shame\\nHad his forty years been vainly spent\\nAnd then, alas I as he onward went,\\nThere came an evil and bitter thought,\\nHad he been serving the Lord for nought\\nBut in his fear he began to pray.\\nAnd the black temptation passed away.\\nPerhaps the mountebank yet might prove\\nTo have a soul in the Mastcr^s love.\\nHe almost felt that it must be so,\\nIn spite of a life that seemed so low.\\nPerhaps he was forced such life to take.\\nIt might be, even for conscience sake\\nSome cruel master the order gave,\\nPerhaps, for scorn of a pious slave.\\nOr, stay there were saints in ancient days,\\nWho had sucli terror of human praise\\nThat, but to gain the contempt they prized.\\nThey did such things as are most despised\\n6", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nFeigned even madness and more than one.\\nAccused of sins he had never done,\\nHad willingly borne disgrace and blame,\\nNor said a word for his own good name I\\nIn thoughts like these had the day gone by\\nThe sun was now in the western sky\\nThe road, grown level and hot and wide,\\nWith dusty hedges on either side,\\nHad led him close to the city gate.\\nWhere he must enter to learn his fate.\\nNow fear did over his hope prevail\\nHe almost wished in his search to fail.\\nAnd find no mountebank there at all I\\nFor then his vision he well might call\\nA dream that came of its own accord.\\nInstead of a message from the Lord\\nA few more minutes, and then he knew\\nThat all which the angel said was true I\\nA mountebank, in the market square.\\nWas making the people laugh and stare.\\nWith antics more befitting an ape\\nThan any creature in human shape 1\\n7", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nThe hermit took his place with the rest,\\nNot heeding the crowd that round him pressed,\\nAnd earnestly set his eyes to scan\\nThe face of the poor, unsaintly man.\\nAlas, there was little written there\\nOf inward peace or of answered prayer I\\nFor all the paint, and the droll grimace,\\nT was a haggard, anxious, weary face.\\nThe mountebank saw, with vague surprise,\\nThe patient, sorrowful, searching eyes.\\nWhose look, so solemn, and kindly too.\\nSeemed piercing all his disguises through.\\nThey made him restless, he knew not why:\\nHe could not play it was vain to try I\\nHis face grew sober, his movements slow\\nAnd, soon as might be, he closed the show*\\nHe saw that the hermit lingered on,\\nWhen all the rest of the crowd were gone.\\nThen over his gaudy clothes he drew\\nA ragged mantle of faded hue\\nAnd he himself was the first to speak\\nGood Father, is it for me you seek", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nMy son, I have sought you all the day\\nWould you come with me a little way.\\nInto some quiet corner near.\\nWhere no one our words can overhear\\nNot far away, in a lonely street.\\nBy a garden wall they found a seat.\\nIt now was late, and the sun had set,\\nThough a golden glory lingered yet,\\nAnd the moon looked pale in it overhead.\\nThey sat them down, and the hermit said\\nMy son, to me was a vision sent.\\nAnd as yet I know not what it meant\\nBut I think that you, and you alone.\\nAre able to make its meaning known.\\nAnswer me then I have great need\\nAnd tell me, what is the life you lead\\nMy life *s a poor one, you may suppose I\\nI Ve many troubles that no one knows\\nFor I have to keep a smiling face.\\nI wander, friendless, from place to place.\\nRisking my neck for a scanty gain\\nBut I must do it, and not complain.\\n9", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nI know, whatever may go amiss,\\nThat I have deserved much worse than this/*\\nTo the hermit this a meaning bore\\nOf deep humility, nothing more.\\nSo, gaining courage, But this, he said,\\nIs not the life you have always led.\\nSo much the vision to me revealed;\\nI know there *s something you keep concealed.**\\nThe mountebank answered sadly Yes\\n*T is true you ask, and I must confess.\\nBut keep my secret, good Father, pray\\nOr my life will not be safe for a day\\nAlas, I have led a life of crime\\nI *ve been an evil man in my time.\\nu-^ was a robber I think you know\\nTill little more than a year ago;\\nOne of a desperate, murderous band,\\nA curse and terror to all the land\\nThe hermit s head sank down on his breast\\nHis trembling hands to his eyes he pressed.\\nJO", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nHas God rejected me then he moaned\\nAre all my service and love disowned\\nHave I been blind, and my soul deceived\\nThe other, seeing the old man grieved,\\nSaid Father, why do you care so much\\nFor one not worthy your robe to touch\\nThe Lord is gracious, and if He will.\\nHe can forgive and save me still.\\nAnd as for my wicked life, t is I,\\nNot you, who have reason to weep and sigh\\nYour prayers may help me, and bring me peace/\\nThe hermit made him a sign to cease\\nThen raised his head, and began to speak,\\nWith tears on his wrinkled, sun-browned cheek.\\nIf you could remember even one\\nGood deed that you in your life have done,\\nI need not go in despair away*\\nThink well and if you can find one, say\\nOnce, said the mountebank, that was all,\\nI did for the Lord a service small.\\nAnd never yet have I told the tale I\\nn", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "THE HE)DEN SERVANTS\\nBut if you wish it, I will not fail.\\nA few of our men had gone one day\\nT was less for plunder, I think, than play\\nTo a certain convent, small and poor,\\nWhere a dozen sisters lived secure\\nFor very poverty I dreaming not\\nThat any envied their humble lot.\\nThere, finding the door was locked and barred,\\nThey climbed the wall of a grass-grown yard.\\nSome vines were planted along its side,\\nTheir trailing branches left room to hide\\nWhere, neither by pity moved nor shame,\\nThey crouched, till one of the sisters came\\nTo gather herbs for the noonday meal\\nThen out from under the leaves they steal I\\nSo she was taken, poor soul, and bound.\\nAnd carried off to our camping ground.\\nA harmless creature, who knew no more\\nOf the world outside her convent door,\\nThan you or I of the moon up there I\\nA shame, to take her in such a snare I\\nBut, Father, I wished that I had been\\nTen miles away, when they brought her in,\\n\\\\2", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nTo hold for ransom or if that failed\\nOh, well, we knew when the pirates sailed\\nWe knew their captain, who paid us well,\\nAnd carried our prisoners off to sell.\\nThey never beheld their country more.\\nBeing bought for slaves on a foreign shore.\\nBut oh I t was enough the tears to bring,\\nTo see that innocent, frightened thing.\\nLooking, half hopeful, from face to face.\\nAs if she thought, in that wicked place.\\nThere might be one who would take her part\\nShe looked at me, and it stung my heart.\\nBut I, with a hard, disdainful air.\\nTurned from her as one who did not care.\\nI heard her sighing she did not know\\nThat her gentle look had hurt me so I\\nThat night they set me the watch to keep\\nAnd when the others were all asleep.\\nAnd I had been moving to and fro.\\nWith branches keeping the fire aglow,\\nI crept along to the woman s side,\\nShe sat apart, and her arms were tied,\\nJ3", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nAnd said, t was only a whispered word\\nWe both were lost if the others heard,\\nIf you will trust me and with me come,\\nI 11 bring you safe to your convent home/\\nShe started, into my face she gazed\\nSaid she, Til trust you the Lord be\\npraised I\\nI very quickly the cords unbound.\\nShe rose I led her without a sound\\nBetween the rows of the sleeping men.\\nTill we left the camp behind and then\\nI found my horse, that was tied near by.\\nThe woman mounted, and she and I\\nSet off in haste, through the midnight shade.\\nOn the wildest journey I ever made I\\nBy wood and thicket the horse I led,\\nAnd over a torrent s stony bed,\\nFor along the road I dared not go.\\nFor fear that the others our flight should know,\\nAnd follow after the woman prayed.\\nI, quick and cautious, but not afraid.\\nWent first, with the stars for guide, until\\nWe saw the convent, high on a hill.", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "11\\nTHE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nWe reached the door as the east grew red.\\nGod will remember I was all she said\\nHer face was full of a sweet content.\\nShe knocked, they opened, and in she went.\\nThe door was closed she was safe at last I\\nI heard the bolt as they made it fast\\nAnd I in the twilight stood alone,\\nWith the lightest heart I had ever known I\\nSo, Father, my robber days were o er\\nI could not be what I was before.\\nI wandered on with a thankful mind,\\nFor I left the old bad life behind.\\nAnd tried, as I journeyed day by day.\\nTo gain my bread in an honest way.\\nBut little work could I find to do\\nAnd so, as some juggling tricks I knew,\\nI took this business which now you see\\n*T is good enough for a man like me I\\nWhile yet the story was going on,\\nThe cloud from the hermit s face had gone\\nAnd if his eyes in the moonlight shone.\\nThey glistened with thankful tears alone.\\nJ5", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nHe listened in solemn awe until\\nThe mountebank^s tale was done and still,\\nSome moments, he neither spoke nor stirred,\\nBut silently pondered every word.\\nThen humbly speaking, The Lord, said he,\\nHas had great mercy on you and me I\\nAnd now, my son, I must tell you why\\nI came to speak with you know that I\\nHave tried with the Lord alone to dwell,\\nFor forty years, in my mountain cell\\nIn prayer and solitude, day and night.\\nHave striven to keep my candle bright I\\nAnd there, but yesterday, while I prayed,\\nAn angel came to my side, and said\\nThat I should seek you, and told me\\nwhere,\\nAnd should your life with my own compare;\\nFor in God s service and love and grace\\nYour soul with mine has an equal place,\\nWe both alike have his mercy shared.\\nThe same reward is for both prepared.\\nI came; I sought you and you know how\\nI found you out in the square just now I\\nt6", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nAt which may the Lord forgive my pride I\\nAt first I was poorly satisfied.\\nBut now I have heard your story through\\nWhat you in a single night could do I\\nAnd know that this to the Lord appears\\nWorth all my service of forty years\\nI can but wonder, and thank His grace\\nWhich raised us both to an equal place/*\\nBut, Father, it never can be true I\\nWhat I by the side of a saint like you\\nAh no I You never to me were sent.\\nT was some one else whom the angel meant I\\nNo I Listen to me *T was yoUf my son I\\nOur Master said that a service done\\nTo a child of His in time of need\\nIs done to Himself in very deed,\\nAnd is with love by Himself received I\\nSo do not think I have been deceived.\\nBut keep those words on your heart engraved\\nOf the humble woman whose life you saved,\\nGod ivill remember, and trust His care.\\nHe will not forget you here nor there 1\\n2 17", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nO Father, Father And can it be\\nThat the Lord in heaven remembers me\\nAnd yet I had felt it must be true,\\nFor the woman spoke as if she knew\\nBut when was ever such mercy shown.\\nAnd is this the love He bears His own\\nAre these the blessings He holds in store\\nOh, let me serve Him for evermore\\nAnd when, at the close of another day,\\nThe hermit wearily made his way\\nUp the mountain path, from stone to stone^.\\nHe did not climb to his cell alone.\\nThe mountebank, still with wondering face.\\nCame with him up to that peaceful place\\nTogether with thankful hearts they went,\\nV Thenceforth together their lives were spent.\\nAnd, ere the summer had reached its close,\\nAnother cell from the rocks arose\\nThe beech, in its strong and stately growth.\\nSpread one green canopy over both.\\nOn summer evenings, when shepherds guide\\nTheir flocks to rest on the mountain side,", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nThey heard above, in the twilight calm,\\nTwo voices, chanting the evening psalm\\nAnd one was aged, and one was young,\\nBut never was hymn more sweetly sung I\\nIn love and patience, by deed and word.\\nThey helped each other to serve the Lord,\\nTogether to pray, to learn, to teach,\\nTill a deeper blessing fell on eacL\\nTheir souls grew upward from day to day\\nBut he who farthest had gone astray.\\nWho, lowest fallen, had hardest striven.\\nWho most had sinned and been most forgiven,\\nErelong in the heavenly race outran\\nThe older, milder, and wiser man.\\nTwo years he dwelt with his aged friend,\\nThen made a blessed and peaceful end\\nAnd, when his penitent life was done.\\nThe hermit wept as he would for a son\\nTen years had over the mountain passed,\\nSince that poor mountebank breathed his last,\\nHelped, to the end, by a woman s prayer.\\nTen years and the hermit still was there.\\nJ9", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nGrown older, thinner, with shoulders bent.\\nHe seldom forth from his shelter went.\\nBut those he had helped in former days\\nWith prayers and counsel, in thousand ways.\\nWere mindful of him, and brought him all\\nHe needed now, for his wants were small.\\nAnd happy they were their best to give.\\nIf only their mountain saint would live\\nFor in his living their lives were blest\\nAnd if he longed for the perfect rest.\\nPatient he was, and content to wait.\\nWhile God should please, at the heavenly\\ngate.\\nBeautiful now his face had grown.\\nBut the beauty was something not his own,\\nA solemn light from the blessed land\\nWithin whose border he soon must stand.\\nLittle he said, but his every word\\nWas saved and treasured by those who heard.\\nTo be a blessing in years to come.\\nWhen he should be theirs no more; and\\nsome\\nWho brought their little to help his need.\\nWent home with their souls enriched indeed\\n20", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nOne autumn morning he sat alone.\\nOutside his cell and the warm sun shone\\nWith a friendly light on his silver hair,\\nThrough the branches, smooth and almost\\nbare,\\nOf the beech-tree, now, like him, grown old*\\nThe night before had been sharp and cold\\nAnd the frost was white on leaf and stem\\nWherever the rocks still shaded them,\\nBut where the sunbeams had found their way.\\nIn glittering, crystal drops it lay\\nAnd fallen leaves at his feet were strewn.\\nYellow and wet, over turf and stone.\\nHe sat and dreamed, as the aged do.\\nWhile, drifting backward, he lived anew\\nThe years that never again should be.\\nA placid dream for his soul was free\\nFrom all the troubles of long ago.\\nThe doubts, the conflict he used to know I\\nDoubts of himself, and a contest grim\\nWith evil spirits that strove for him.\\nNow all was over that troubled day\\nWas like a storm that had passed away,\\n2)", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nIt seemed to him that his voyage was o*er\\nHis ship already had touched the shore.\\nYet once he sighed for he knew that he\\nWas not the man he had hoped to be,\\nAndt looking back on his journey past,\\nHe felt what all of us feel at last I\\nAnd his soul was moved to pray once more\\nThe prayer he had made twelve years before,\\nOnly to know, before he died.\\nIf he were worthy to stand beside\\nOne of God s children, or great or small,\\nWho served Him truly and that was all\\nIt was not long ere the angel came.\\nWho, gently calling the saint by name.\\nSaid Come, for thou hast not far to go.\\nOne step, and I to thine eyes will show\\nJ The very dwelling that shelters now\\nf\\\\ Two souls as near to the Lord as thou\\nThe hermit rose and with reverent tread\\nHe followed on as the angel led.\\nWhere a single cleft the rocks between\\nGave passage out of the valley green\\n22", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE MDDEN SERVANTS\\nThey passed, and stcx)d in the pathway steep\\nThe rocks about them were sunken deep\\nIn fern, and bramble, and purple heath.\\nThat sloped away to the woods beneath\\nWhile far below, and on every side,\\nWere endless mountains, and forests wide,\\nAnd scattered villages here and there.\\nThat all looked near in the clear, dry air.\\nAnd here a church, with its belfry tall\\nAnd there a convent, whose massive wall\\nRose grave and stately above the trees.\\nThe hermit willingly looked at these\\nFor hope they gave him that now, at least,\\nSome praying brother or toiling priest\\nMight be his mate but it was not so\\nThe angel showed him, away below,\\nA slope where a little mountain-farm\\nLay, all spread out in the sunshine warm.\\nAlong the side of a wooded hill.\\nIt looked so peaceful and far and still\\nAnd when his eye on the farmhouse fell,\\nThe angel said It is there they dwell\\nTwo women in heart and soul like thee.\\nGo, find them. Brother, and thou shalt see\\n23", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nAll that thou art in their lives displayed/*\\nBefore the hermit an answer made,\\nThe angel back to the skies had flown\\nHe stood in the rocky path alone.\\nAlong the broken and winding way\\nBetween the heath and the boulders gray\\nThrough lonely pastures that led him down\\nTo oaken woods in their autumn brown\\nAnd o er the stones of a rippling stream,\\nThe hermit passed, like one in a dream\\nAs though the vision had made him strong\\nHe hardly knew that the way was long.\\n*Twas almost noon when he came in sight\\nOf the little farmhouse, low and white\\nA sheltered lane by the orchard led,\\nWhere mountain ash, with its berries red,\\nRose high above him and brambles, grown\\nAll over the rough, low wall of stone.\\nAnd tangled brier with thorny spray.\\nAnd feathered clematis, edged the way.\\nThen, turning shortly, a view he caught\\nOf both the women for whom he sought.\\n24", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nHOne, spinning, sat by the open door\\nHer spindle danced on the worn stone floor.\\nThe other, just from the forest come,\\nHad brought a bundle of branches home,\\nAnd spread them now in the sun to dry\\nBut both looked up as the saint drew nigh.\\nThen, on a sudden, the spindle stopped.\\nThe branches all on the grass were dropped.\\nHe heard them joyfully both exclaim,\\nThe Saint! The hermit! And forth they came\\nTo bid him welcome, and made request\\nThat he would enter their house to rest.\\nBut when a blessing they both implored.\\nHe had not courage to speak the word.\\nThe only blessing his lips let fall\\nWas this May the good Lord bless us all,\\nAnd keep our hearts in His peace divine I\\nWith hand uplifted, he made the sign.\\nThen entered in (to their joy complete I)\\nAnd willingly took the offered seat.\\nAnd soon before him a meal was spread.\\nOf chestnuts, of goat^s milk cheese, and bread\\n25", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "THE HDDDEN SERVANTS\\nWhile one with her pitcher went to bring\\nSome water fresh from the ice-cold spring.\\nHe could not taste of the food prepared\\nTill he his errand to both declared.\\nSaid he My friends, I have come to-day\\nWith something grave on my mind to say,\\nAnd more to hear and I pray you now\\nTo answer truly, and not allow\\nA feeling, whether of pride or shame,\\nOr any shrinking from praise or blame.\\nTo change the answer you both may give,\\nOf what you are and of how you live.\\nThen she with distaff still at her side,\\nOf speech more ready, at once replied.\\nIn years the elder, but not in face.\\nShe kept a little of youthful grace\\nThe dark eyes under her snow-white hair\\nWere keen and clear as the autumn air I\\nWe are but what we appear to be:\\nTwo toiling women, as you may see I\\nAnd neither so young nor strong as when\\n26", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nIn field and forest we helped the men.\\nWe now have only the lesser care,\\nTo keep the house, and the meals prepare,\\nAnd other labours of small account,\\nYet something worth in the week s amount.\\nBut in our youth, and a lifetime through,\\nWe laboured, much as the others do\\nThrough storm and sunshine we still have\\ntried\\nTo do our best by our husbands* side.\\nAnd keep their hearts and our own at rest\\nWhen sickness came or when want oppressed.\\nFor even famine our house assailed\\nThat year when the corn and chestnuts failed.\\nAnd once that winter ten years ago\\nOur house was buried beneath the snow.\\nAnd ere it melted and light returned.\\nThe very benches for warmth we burned!\\nNor is there want, in our busy hive.\\nOf children keeping the house alive\\nFor she has seven, and I have nine\\nBut three of hers and the first of mine\\nAre safe with Jesus, more happy they\\nTwo more have married and gone away.\\n27", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nMy son s young wife, with her infant small,\\nMake up the household fourteen in all\\nIn this/ he said, there is much to praise\\nIn humble service you pass your days,\\nAnd spend your life for your children s needs.\\nBut tell me now of the pious deeds\\n(For such there are) that you seek to hide.\\nTo me in a vision signified\\nBut, sir, we are fust two poor old wives,\\nWho never have done in all our lives\\nA pious deed that was worth the name I\\nShe said; and her white head drooped with\\nshame.\\nThen said the other And yet, t is true,\\nWe help in all that our husbands do.\\nWhen twice a year they have killed a sheep,\\nnr is only half for ourselves we keep;\\nOur poorer neighbours have all the rest.\\nAnd this, I fear, is the very best\\nWe ever do I And, said he, t is well\\nBut think is there nothing more to tell\\n28", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nThey both were silent a little space,\\nAnd each one questioned the other s face.\\nTill, doubtful, when she had thought awhile.\\nThe elder said, with a modest smile\\nThis summer have forty years gone by,\\nSince she my sister-in-law and I\\nTogether came in this house to dwell\\nAnd, Father, it is not much to tell.\\nBut in all these years, from first to last,\\nNo angry word has between us passed.\\nNor even a look that was less than kind.\\nAnd that is all I can call to mind/*\\nEnough it was for the hermit s need I\\nHe rose, like one from a burden freed.\\nThank God I he said if indeed He sees\\n[y soul as worthy and white as these I\\nid great the mercy He doth bestow.\\nThat I should His hidden servants know I\\nA sudden flash, as of heavenly light.\\nThen shone within him, and all was bright\\nAnd in a moment were things made clear\\nHad vexed him many a weary year I\\n29", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "THE ffiDDEN SERVANTS\\nFor hcf who had thought on earth to view\\nGod^s people only a scattered few,\\nSaw now, in spirit, an army great\\nOf hidden servants who on Him wait.\\nNo saintly legends their names disclose.\\nAnd no man living their number knows,\\nNor can their service and place declare.\\nThe hidden servants are everywhere I\\nAnd some are hated, despised, alone\\nAnd some to even themselves unknown.\\nBut the Father^s house has room for all.\\nAnd never one from His hand can fall\\nThe one brave deed of a desperate man.\\nGrown hard in crime since his youth began.\\nWho yet, for a helpless woman s sake,\\nHad strength to rise, and his chain to break\\nThe holy sweetness that fills the heart\\nOf him who dwells from the world apart,\\nHis life one dream of celestial things.\\nTill almost heaven to earth he brings\\nOr yet the humble, unnoticed life\\nOf toiling mother and patient wife.\\nWho, year on year, has had grace to bear\\nHer changeless burden of daily care,\\n30", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "THE HIDDEN SERVANTS\\nArc all accepted with equal love,\\nAnd laid with treasures that wait above\\nUntil the day when we all believe\\nThat every man shall his deeds receive.\\nAnd when, that evening, with weary feet\\nThe hermit stood by his lone retreat.\\nAnd watched awhile, with a tranquil gaze.\\nThe mountains soft in the sunset haze,\\nAnd sleeping forest, and field below,\\nHe said, as he saw the star-like glow\\nOf lights in the cottage windows far,\\nHow many God s hidden servants are I\\n3{", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "Zhc Bag of Sand\\n33", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "THE BAG OF SAND was written by St. Her adias,\\nwho visited, some time in the fifth century, the her-\\nmit fathers of the desert and mountains, and collected\\nmany interesting stories about them.\\n34", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "Che Bag of Sand\\nTN that land of desolation\\nWhere, mid dangers manifold.\\nLost in hea venly contemplation.\\nDesert fathers diuelt of old.\\nLay a field Inhere grass ^as growing\\nGreen beneath the palm-trees shade;\\nAnd a spring, forever flomjing.\\nLife amid the stillness made.\\nThere a brotherhood, incited\\nBy one hope and purpose high.\\nCame to dioelt in faith united,\\nPray and labour, live and die,\\ncMighty li^as the love that bound them.\\nEach to each, in thai %ild land.\\nWhere the desert closed around them.\\nOne dead Jfaste of rocks and sand.\\nSaving Ipfhere, to rest their eyes on.\\nWhile they dreamed of hills divine,\\nSlue, above the lovj horizon.\\nStretched the mountains )t avy line,\\n35", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "THE BAG OF SAND\\nThere could nought of earth remind them,\\ncHpr disturb their dreams and prayers;\\nThey had left the world behind them.\\nFelt no more its joys and cares.\\nFar from all its l\u00c2\u00bbeary bustle.\\nWill subdued, and mind at ease.\\nThey could hear the palm-trees rustle\\nIn the early morning breeze.\\nWhen the bell, to prayer inviting.\\nFrom the lo iv-built belfry rang.\\nThey could hear the birds uniting\\nWith them k hile the psalms they sang.\\nFrom the earth their labour brought them\\nAll they needed scanty fare.\\nLife of toil and hardship taught them.\\nThough at peace, the cross to bear.\\nThis is all their record: never\\nCan fife hope the rest to knom)l\\ncNiames and deeds are lost forever.\\nIn the mist of long ago;\\nAnd of all that life angelic\\nc^either shadow left, nor trace.\\nSave this tale, a precious relic.\\nIn its %ise and saintly grace I\\n36", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "THE BAG OF SAND\\nThis, above the darkness lifted\\nBy the truth that in it lay.\\nOn the sea of time has drifted,\\ncAnd is still our otun to-day*\\nListen to it, it may teach as\\nWisdom, %ith its l\u00c2\u00bbords of gold I\\nLet this far-off blessing reach as\\nFrom the desert saints of old.\\nUNDERNEATH the vines they tended,\\nWhere the garden air was sweet,\\nWhere the shadows, softly blended.\\nMade an ever cool retreat,\\nThese good brethren had assembled.\\nOn their abbot to attend\\nAll were sad, and many trembled.\\nThinking how the day would end.\\nOf their little congregation\\nOne who long had faithful been.\\nHad, beneath a sore temptation,\\nFallen into grievous sin.\\n37", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "THE BAG OF SAND\\nWhat it was they have not told us,\\nBut we know, whatever the blame,\\nK God^s hand should cease to hold us,\\nYou or I might do the same.\\nAnd for judgment s wise completing\\n(Now the crime was certified\\nAll were called in solemn meeting\\nOn the sentence to decide.\\nMuch in doubt, they craved assistance,\\nSent to convents far away.\\nEven to that fair blue distance\\nWhere their eyes had loved to stray.\\nFathers learned, fathers saintly.\\nAbbots used to think and rule.\\nGathered where the brook sang faintly\\nIn the shadow, green and cool.\\nOh the beauty that was wasted\\nOn that day, remembered oft I\\nOh the sweetness, all untasted,\\nOf the morning, still and soft\\n38", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THE BAG OF SAND\\nAt their feet the water glistened,\\nBirds were nesting overhead\\nNo one saw, and no one listened\\nSave to what the speakers said.\\nLong and sad was their debating,\\nVoices low and faces grave.\\nWhile, the gloomy tale relating.\\nEach in turn his judgment gave.\\nSend him from you one was saying\\nCalmly, as of reason sure\\nAll are tainted by his staying.\\nLet men know your hands are pure\\nFor the shame and sorrow brought you.\\nLet him be to all as dead\\nHarm sufficient has he wrought you\\nBut the abbot shook his head.\\nFor the sin which had undone him,\\nFor much evil brought about.\\nHe would lay a burden on him.\\nBut he could not cast him out\\n39", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "THE BAG OF SAND\\nAll night long the distant howling.\\nWhile he waked, of beasts of prey,\\nMade him think of demons prowling,\\nCome to snatch that soul away.\\nSaid another I would rather\\nThat his shame by all were seen.\\nDo not spare him, O my Father\\nLet the blow be swift and keen\\nLet not justice be evaded I\\nKeep him, bound to labour hard,\\nWith you, but apart degraded,\\nAnd from speech with all debarred I\\nThis the abbot not refusing.\\nOnly wondered, while he thought.\\nWas there no one feared the losing\\nOf a soul the Lord had bought\\nOne, more thoughtless, recommended\\nThat in prison closely pent\\nHe should stay till life was ended I\\nBut to this would none consent.\\n40", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "THE BAG OF SAND\\nIn the cell where first they closed him,\\nShrinking back, as best he might,\\nFrom a window that exposed him\\nSometimes to a passer s sight,\\nHe, the black offender, waited.\\nFrom them parted since his fall\\nOnce beloved, now scorned and hated\\nBy himself, he thought by all I\\nNothing asking, nothing pleading.\\nSpeechless, tearless, in despair\\nBut, like one in pain exceeding.\\nMoving ever here and there.\\nLittle did his fate alarm him\\nWhat had he to fear or shun\\nWhat could others do to harm him\\nMore than he himself had done\\nBut without were minds divided.\\nAnd the morning wore away\\nNoon had come, and undecided\\nStill the heavy question lay.\\n4J", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "THE BAG OF SAND\\nThough they looked so stern and fearless,\\nSome with sinking hearts had come,\\nHearts that wept when eyes were tearless,\\nPleaded when the lips were dumb.\\nOne who had that morning seen him.\\nSeeking from their gaze to hide.\\nTried from heavy doom to screen him\\nBut his reasons were denied.\\nHe of other days was thinking,\\nHappy days, and still so near I\\nWhen that brother, shamed and shrinking,\\nHad to all their souls been dear.\\nOthers tried their hearts to harden,\\nFelt their pity to be sin\\nSilent, prayed the Lord to pardon\\nKinder thoughts that rose within.\\nSome proposed and some objected.\\nWhile, the long debate to end.\\nOne old Father they expected,\\nAnd on him would all depend.\\n42", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "THE BAG OF SAND\\nHe their honoured, best adviser\\nEhvelt in desert cave retired\\nOlder than the rest, and wiser\\nMany thought his words inspired\\nSaid he knew what passed within them\\nWhen by sin or doubt assailed\\nTrue it is, his words could win them,\\nOften, when all else had failed.\\nHe would find what all were seeking.\\nJustice pure, and judgment right I\\nStill the abbot, seldom speaking.\\nPale and sober, prayed for light.\\nLight was sent For, toiling slowly\\nOVr the sun-baked desert road.\\nCame that Father, wise and holy.\\nBent beneath a weary load 1\\nScarce his failing limbs sustained him,\\nFor the burden sorely pressed\\nMany times, as though it pained him,\\nWould he stand to breathe and rest.\\n43", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "THE BAG OF SAND\\nOne who watched for his arriving,\\nWent and told them he was near.\\nUp they rose, and ceased their striving,\\nIn their joy such news to hear I\\nThen they all went forth and met him,\\nBy their reverent love compelled\\nNevermore could one forget him,\\nWho that day his face beheld I\\nWasted, worn, yet strong to aid them\\nPeaceful, though by conflict tried\\nShining with a light that made them\\nFeel the Lord was by his side!\\nBut it grieved their souls to sec him\\nBy that burden bowed and strained I\\nMany stretched their hands to free him.\\nWondering what the sack contained,\\nWhy this burden one addressed him\\nAll unfit for arms like thine\\nHe, while yet the weight oppressed him.\\nAnswered These are sins of mine.\\n44", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "THE BAG OF SAND\\nI must bear them all, my brother,\\nEver with me while I go\\nOn my way to judge another I\\nThese have made my journey slow.\\nThen the abbot, growing bolder,\\nRaised the load with trembling hand\\nFrom the Father s bended shoulder\\nLooked and found it filled with sand.\\nOf them all, there was not any\\nBut was silent for a while\\nFor the best had sins as many\\nAs the sand-grains in that pile I\\nThen they heard the abbot saying,\\nGod alone must judge us all I\\nAnd a burden, heavy weighing.\\nSeemed from every heart to fall.\\nAwed and hushed, but no more keeping\\nPity crushed, or love restrained.\\nSome were smiling, some were weeping\\nOf their striving what remained\\n45", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "THE BAG OF SAND\\nMany bowed in veneration\\nOthers all in haste to go\\nWith a word of consolation\\nTo their brother fallen low.\\nHope they brought, and gentler feeling,\\nTo his torn, despairing breast.\\nAnd that evening found him kneeling\\nIn the chapel with the rest.\\nNone arose to judge or sentence\\nHe whose sin they most deplored.\\nIn his long and sad repentance,\\nWas with charity restored.\\n46", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "11 Crocifisso della providcnza\\n47", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "THE cfudffz ahoist which this story is told is still\\nto be seen in the church of the Carmine, where it\\nis kept in the G rsinf chapel; and it is always shown to\\nthe public on the first of May, when also (as the bal-\\nlad relates) a festa is held in the house once occupied by\\nthe three sisters, in the Via dclV Orto.\\nThe house seems to have been little chang^ed since\\nthey lived there; it now bears the number tO, and is\\neasily recognized by a niche in the wall, containing a\\nrepresentation of the crucifix, and the chest piled with\\nloaves.\\nFrom time immemorial, a lamp burns every night\\nbefore this little shrine the oil is provided by the poor\\nwomen of the vicinity (and they are very poor indeed)\\neach one laying by a few ceniesimi every week for the\\npurpose*\\n48", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "II Crocif 1890 dcUa\\nTHE streets of Florence are fair to see,\\nWith palace and church and tower.\\nAnd there the mighty of earth have dwelt,\\nAnd the whole world feels their power.\\nAnd many come from the East and West\\nTo gaze on its beauty rare\\nTo stand where the wise and great have stood,\\nFor their presence is ever there.\\nBut they never think of the narrow streets\\nWhere the poor of the city dwell\\nThose humble houses, so bare and plain,\\nHave tales of their own to tell.\\nThere *s one by the San Frediano gate.\\nNot far from the city wall\\nSome Latin words on its front engraved\\nThe memory still recall\\n4 49", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "IL CROCIFISSO DELLA PROVIDENZA\\nOf one, a beggar, to all unknown,\\nWho knocked at the door one day\\nOf what a blessing he left behind\\nThat morn when he went his way.\\nIt happened hundreds of years ago,\\nBut they tell the story still\\nSo listen now to the legend old.\\nAnd smile at it if you will.\\nBut if you smile, be it not in scorn\\nThe tale which I now relate\\nHas lightened many a heavy heart\\nBy the San Frediano gate.\\nLong since, they say, in that ancient house\\nThere were orphan maidens three.\\nAnd in the chamber above the door.\\nWhose window you still may see,\\nThey worked and prayed, by the world unseen\\nAnd ever, the long day through.\\nThe needles stitched, and the spindle twirled.\\nAnd the knitted garment grew.\\n50", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "IL CROCIFISSO DELLA PROVIDENZA\\nSo young, and one of them yet a child,\\nWith never an earthly friend\\nThey prayed each day for the daily bread\\nWhich they knew the Lord would send.\\nAnd toiling cheerfully, lived content.\\nNor ever of want complained.\\nBut freely shared with the needy poor\\nThe little their labour gained.\\nBut evil days to the sisters came,\\nAnd their faith was sorely tried\\nA merchant, one of the first in town,\\nThat winter had failed and died.\\nAnd many debts had he left behind.\\nAnd their work was all unpaid\\nFor he it was who had bought and sold\\nThe delicate wares they made.\\nThey prayed for help, and they sought for work\\nBut awhile they sought in vain.\\nThey pledged the ring that their father wore,\\nAnd their mother s golden chain.\\n5J", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "IL CROCmSSO DELLA PROVIDENZA\\nThen work they found, but for neighbours poor,\\nAnd some of them could not pay\\nT was well for them that the spring began,\\nAnd the cold had passed away.\\nAnd one by one, as the days went on\\nWere the household treasures sold,\\nThe copper pitcher, the brazen lamp.\\nAnd the nut-wood table old.\\nThe pot of pinks from the window-sill\\nBut when they had sold them all.\\nAn ancient crucifix, carved in wood.\\nStill hung on the whitewashed wall\\nAbove the chest where the loaves were kept\\nSuch blessing its presence shed.\\nIt seemed to them like a living friend,\\nAnd not like an image dead I\\nIn all their troubles, in all their joys.\\nThat crucifix bore a part\\nAbove all comfort, or wealth, or gain,\\n*T was dear to the sisters* heart\\n52", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "IL CROCIFISSO DELLA PROVIDENZA\\nAs babes, before they could understand,\\nOr ever a prayer repeat.\\nEach day their father had held them up,\\nWhile they kissed the carven feet.\\nSo April came, and so April went\\nAnd they lived, the Lord knows how\\nThe elder sister had saved and spared,\\nBut the chest was empty now.\\nThat very evening she broke in halves.\\nAnd gave to the younger two.\\nOne piece of bread *t was the last they had\\nThere was nothing more to do.\\nUnless, unless and she looked at them.\\nAnd then at the image dear\\nShe touched it once but her hand drew back\\nWith a guilty, shrinking fear.\\nHer sisters saw, and they started up.\\nAnd they said in haste, Not so I\\nTake back the bread, if there be no more\\nThe crucifix must not go I\\n53", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "IL CROOFISSO DELLA PROMDENZA\\nAnd she t .vk couraj^c. M\\\\d k\\\\ ^cd thcni KmH.\\nAtid snulcvi, thovj^h her eves were wet\\nThen kx^ked .i^.iiti at the t.ue lv\\\\n eJ.\\nAn.i s.Uvi, He will help us vet I\\nTliev rv sc ne-\\\\t vliv with the e.irlv d^wn.\\nAnd their hearts wert.* alnu\\\\st Uj^ht!\\nThe youi\\\\^ need Uttk* to twake them j;lad.\\nAnd the wiav was fair at- .d bright.\\nArid p.leas.vnt t is to behold the sun,\\nThouv^h his rv sv-tirited rav\\nCouki otilv s.hine ori the niv^i^s-v^rv^WTi tiles\\nOi the rvvf acro s the \\\\v.i\\nAnd the air was sweet in the narrx^w street\\nX^licrc the swalknvs to^s and v^Ude\\nFor a ^vrtunie eatne on the morniriv: bree:e\\nFrv^tn the hills on every side,\\nA perKmie fairit frv^tn the wwxis afar\u00c2\u00bb\\nFrom b .^ssv^. .nri); fields ot eorti\\nAnd Mis alreadv their chunes K*v:an,\\nFor this was a s.\\\\ered morn.\\n4", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "IL CROCIFISSO ORLLA PROVTDKNZA\\nTlic Cirminc church is near \u00c2\u00bbit hand,\\nAt\\\\d the sisters thither hied;\\nT was there they had kticlt in happy days\\nBy the dear dead mother s side.\\nThen home, throvjj h the v^ay and festive street.\\nFill they reached tlie chamber bare\\nThe time had come for the morning meal,\\nAnd alas, no bread was there I\\nThe elder v^irl on her sisters looked,\\nAnd her face grew white with p^iin.\\nThen s*iid the one who was next in age,\\nLet us ask the Lord again I\\nSo dowTi they knelt on the red-tiled floor.\\nAnd the elder Knv ed her head,\\nAnd s.iid aloud, while the others joined,\\nThe prayer for their daily bread.\\nAnd then, with a tempest in her heart\\nThat she could no more withstand,\\nWith her arm around the younger girl,\\nAnd the other by the hand,\\n55", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "iL CRoansso della providenza\\nShe pleaded, raising her tearful face\\nTo the dying face above.\\nFor those she loved in their helpless state\\nWith more than a sister s love\u00c2\u00ab\\nO blessed Jesus O Lord diN ine\\nHave pity, we wait for Thee\\nLook down Thou seest our empty chest,\\nThou knowest how poor we be\\nOh, send some bread to my sisters dear,\\nFor the cornfields all are Thine I\\nI *d rather lie in my grave to-day\\nThan to see these children pine\\nThou knowest. Lord, I have done my best\\nBut my hands hav^ failed at length\\nA mother s burden is on me laid\\nWith only a maiden s strength.\\nCome, help me Look at these orphan girls\\nOh, save them from want and woe\\nHer praying ceased, for they heard a sound,\\nA knock at the door below.\\n5^", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "iL CRoansso della provtoenza\\nThey rose, and all to the window went\\nA beggar was at the door,\\nA poor, pale stranger, with staff in hand.\\nWho had never come before.\\nThe Month of Mary was coming in;\\nAnd many were on their way\\nTo ask for alms in the Virgin s name\\nOn that beautiful first of May.\\nMy little sisters/ the beggar said,\\n(And bowed to the maidens three,)\\nI pray you spare from your table spread\\nA morsel of bread for me\\nI come from far, and I Ve far to go\\nAnd I Ve eaten nought to-day\\nThe elder wept, but she answered not\\nAnd the second turned away.\\nThe younger looked with her innocent eyes\\nIn the beggar s pleading face\\nAnd if we could, we would give you food\\nBut we re in as hard a case I\\n57", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "IL CROCmSSO DELLA PROVE)ENZA\\nWe finished yesterday all we had\\nThe half of a loaf, no more 1\\nWe just were asking the Lord for bread,\\nWhen we heard you at the door/*\\nGo, look in the chest, my little maid\\nYou 11 find there is bread to spare\\nAlas, we have looked so many times,\\nAnd never a crust is there\\nLook once again, for the love of Him\\nWhose image I see within\\nHe never has failed to help His own.\\nAnd He will not now begin,\\nSo only lest it should seem unkind\\nTo refuse the small request.\\nThe elder girl with a patient smile\\nWent back to the empty chest.\\nShe looked and down on her knees she fell.\\nWith a cry of glad surprise\\nThe others turned, and their breath stood still,\\nThey could scarce believe their eyes I\\n58", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "IL CROOFISSO DELLA PROVIDENZA\\nT was full I And the loaves were piled so high\\nThey could close the lid no more.\\nTheir tears fell faster for joy that day\\nThan they fell for grief before I\\nBut in the midst of their thankful praise\\nThey thought of the starving man:\\nThe little one seized the topmost loaf,\\nAnd back to the window ran.\\nShe looked, she called him he was not there\\nThey sought him, but all in vain:\\nHe passed away from their sight that day,\\nAnd he came no more again.\\nSo ends the story but ever since^\\nThat crucifix bears the name\\nLa Providenza and even now f\\nThe house has a sacred fame.\\nAnd many kneel where the sisters knelt\\nEach year on the first of May j\\nAnd the floor is all bestrewn with flowers,\\nAnd leaves of the scented bay.\\n59", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "IL CROCinSSO DELLA PROVIDENZA\\nThe humble room is with roses decked.\\nAnd bright with the candles glow;\\nAnd smoke of incense, and sound of psalm,\\nFloat over the street below.\\nA woman aged and silver-haired\\nOnce told me, with solemn thrill,\\nHow she herself had beheld the chest.\\nWhich stands in the chamber still.\\nI asked her Who was that beggarman\\nAn angel, do you suppose\\nA saint from heaven Her face grew grave.\\nAnd she answered me, Who knows\\nAnd then, with voice to a whisper dropped,\\nWith an awed, mysterious air,\\nSome think, she said, t was the Lord\\nHimself\\nWho came at the maiden s prayer.\\n60", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "Hngcls in tbc Cburcbprd\\n6}", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "THE story of the Angels in the Churchyard^ was\\ntold me by Signore Bortolo Zanchetta of Bassano^\\nwho said that he read it in an old book, bot he had\\nlost the book, and could not even remember its name\u00c2\u00ab\\n62", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "Hngcls\\nin tbc Churchyard\\nA SAINT there was, long time ago,\\nAnd all in vain I tried\\nHis name to learn, or whence he came,\\nOr how or where he died.\\nFor he from whom the tale I heard\\nGjuld tell me nothing more\\nSave only that within him dwelt\\nOf love an endless store.\\nAnd in the churchyard once he passed\\nA summer night in prayer,\\nFor pity of the nameless dead\\nWho lie forgotten there.\\nHe knew not when the sun went down.\\nSo earnestly he prayed I\\nHe knew not when the twilight glow\\nWas lost in deepening shade.\\n63", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "ANGELS IN THE CHURCHYARD\\nAnd when the fair, round mcx)n arose\\nBehind the wooded hill.\\nShe looked across the churchyard wall,\\nAnd found him praying still.\\nBut when the night was far along,\\nAnd when the moon was high.\\nWhen all the village lights were out.\\nAnd closed was every eye,\\nWhen low above the sleeping dead\\nThe folded daisies slept.\\nAnd he alone his patient watch\\nUntil the morning kept,\\nCame angels through the churchyard gate.\\nBut in no heavenly guise\\nSo unadorned, he little thought\\nThey came from Paradise 1\\nThe moon lit up their robes of white\\nNo other glory shone.\\nHe watched them, as they paused before\\nOne sunken, moss-grown stone,\\n(A", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "ANGELS IN THE CHURCHYARD\\nAnd thrice their silver censers swung.\\nAs at some saintly shrine,\\nBut never incense burnt on earth\\nHad perfume so divine.\\nBetween the graves they glided on\\nToward a cross they turned\\nA wooden cross that bore no name\\nAnd there the incense burned.\\nA fading garland on it hung,\\nOf wild flowers simply twined\\nWhoever lay in that poor grave\\nHad left some love behind.\\nBut next they sought a dreary place\\nAgainst the northern wall\\nHe could not see if mound were there.\\nThe nettles grew so tall I\\nAnd on to others, three or four,\\nTheir noiseless steps they bent\\nWhere er they stayed, the incense rose\\nThen, as they came, they went.\\n5 65", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "ANGELS IN THE CHURCHYARD\\nBut often to that churchyard green\\nDid he at night repair\\nAnd ever, when the hour returned,\\nThe angels all were there.\\nHe thought them only white-robed priests;\\nAnd much he wondered why\\nEach night at certain graves they stayed,\\nWhile others they passed by.\\nTill, after waiting, wondering long,\\nOne night he forward pressed.\\nAnd spoke with one who walked apart,\\nA step behind the rest.\\nT was starlight now the moon had waned\\nHe hardly saw the face\\nOf him he talked with but he felt\\nGreat peace was in the place.\\nOf God s own saints, the angel said,\\nA few lie buried here\\nAnd He so loves them that to Him\\nTheir very dust is dear\\n66", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "ANGELS IN THE CHURCHYARD\\nSo, while their souls with perfect peace\\nAre in His presence blest,\\nHe will not that these humble graves\\nShould all unhonoured rest.\\nEach night from heaven He sends us down,\\nWherever His flowers are sown\\nThese bodies that shall one day rise,\\nAll glorious like His own I\\nThe saint was silent, for his lips\\nCould find no word to say\\nHe stood entranced, and like to one\\nWhose soul is far away.\\nAt length he roused the stars were dim,\\nThe night had half withdrawn\\nA light was in the eastern sky.\\nThe clear pale light of dawn.\\nThen came a freshening in the air,\\nA twitter in the trees,\\nA ripple in the dewy grass\\nThat felt the early breeze\\n67", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "ANGELS IN THE CHURCHYARD\\nAnd sounded from the tower above\\nThe sweet-toned, ancient bell\\nWhile bright and busy over all\\nThe summer morning fell.\\nThe daisies opened happy birds\\nSang in the sunshine free.\\nThe dead alone are sleeping now\\nTheir morning is to be.\\n68", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "TLhc Origin of the Indian Corn\\n69", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "THIS story wm5 told mc by the Contcssa Vittoria\\nPcrcoto Antonini of Palmaiioova, who said that\\nshe heard it in her yooth at a FiLif which is a sort of\\nsocial g;athcfing^ held in the winter evenings by the\\nconi.iJirii in that part of the country.\\nThe winter is cold, and these amtidini, who arc very\\npoor and can ill afford the wood for a fire* meet in the\\ncattle-shed^ where the breath of cows and oxen warms\\nthe air a little.\\nThey often say, It is the way that the Gcsu\\nBambino was warmed I A lantern hangs from one\\nof the beams overhead, and by its dim light the women\\nspin or knit. All talk together, and (as the Contessa\\nVittoria expresses it) the boys make themselves agree-\\nable to the girls, very moch as thoog;h it were a party\\nof ladies and gentlemen.\\nAnd from time to time the elder people entertain the\\ncompany with stories, of which this is a pretty fair\\nspecimen.\\n70", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "Cbc Origin of the Indian\\nCorn^H Legend of friuU^\\nIN the far Italian border land,\\nWith its rolling hills and mountains g:rand,\\nAnd the Alps of Carnia rising near,\\nWhere the snow lies more than half the year\\nWith crags where the clinging fir-trees grow\\nAbove the chestnuts and vines below.\\nFrom the weary, changing world remote,\\nThere age on age doth a legend float.\\nThe young have learnt it from aged men\\nIt never was written yet with pen.\\nIt seems at first, when they tell it o er,\\nA childish fancy, and nothing more\\nAnd bearing the impress, deep indeed.\\nOf the hard and struggling lives they lead\\nA thing to smile at, and then forget.\\nScarce worthy a passing thought and yet\\nThe simple tale may a lesson teach\\nIf only one can its meaning reach I\\nLike one of their living, hill-side springs.\\nThat shows the image of common things\\n71", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN CORN\\nSo he who looks on its surface sees\\nThe bending flowers, the arching trees,\\nThe sun, the shadow, the rocks, the sky.\\nThe busy birds that go flitting by.\\nWhile deep below is the endless wealth\\nOf water, given for life and health.\\nIn homely form is the lesson taught\\nBut worthy still of a reverent thought.\\nSo listen, think if you have a mind\\nTo seek, and the hidden treasure find\\nFor Truth, most precious and fair, doth dwell\\nIn the crystal depth of this mountain well.\\nAnd this is the story, often told\\nIn the winter evenings long and cold\\nIn the low-roofed, dimly lighted shed.\\nWhere the breath of oxen serves instead\\nOf a blazing hearth to warm the place\\nA smile of peace is on every face.\\nAnd hearts arc light, and they often say,\\nOur Lord was warmed in the self-same way.\\nThat night when He on the earth was born I\\nAnd the shed no longer seems forlorn,\\n72", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN CORN\\nFor it makes them feel Him near at hand\\nAnd they the better can understand\\nHow by His pity and timely aid\\nThe beautiful Indian corn was made.\\nT was in the days when He dwelt below,\\nBefore t was given to man to know\\nOr who He was or from whence He came\\nAnd the world had hardly heard His name I\\nHe journeyed over the country roads.\\nHe taught the poor, and He eased their loads.\\nHe had no dwelling wherein to rest\\nWith the one or two who loved Him best,\\nAnd once in seeking a friendly door\\nThey came to a farmer s threshing-floor.\\nThe hot July had but just begun\\nThe road lay white in the blinding sun\\nThe air was heavy with odours sweet\\nThe sky was pale, as if faint with heat.\\nTwo weary men and two women pale\\nWere threshing, each with a heavy flail,\\nA mile away you could hear the sound\\nIn measured cadence along the ground.\\nThen, moved with pity at such a sight,\\n73", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN CORN\\nIt pleased Him to make their burden light.\\nAt first He prayed them to pause and rest\\nThey only smiled at the strange request,\\nAnd laboured on till He spoke again\\nFear not, Myself I will thresh the grain!\\nAt sound of His holy voice, they knew\\nThat what He said He would surely do I\\nHe bade them bring Him a burning brand.\\nAnd, though they little could understand.\\nThe brand was brought, and they saw Him\\nbend,\\nAnd touch the corn with the lighted end.\\nThen swiftly, as by a tempest blown.\\nThe straw to the farther side was thrown\\nThe wheaten kernels, all clear and bright.\\nLay piled on high ^t was a pleasant sight I\\nAnother and smaller heap contained\\nThe chaff, and whatever else remained.\\nT was threshed and winnowed, and all in one\\nThe work of days in a moment done I\\nThe happy threshers, with one accord.\\nGave thanks and praise to the blessed Lord\\nAnd grateful tears at His feet were shed.\\n74", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN CORN\\nMeanwhile the news through the village spread\\nFor more than one had been near, and seen\\nThe miracle of the wheat made clean.\\nFrom field and garden and cottage door,\\nThe people flocked to the threshing-floor.\\nThen came a time of such joy supreme\\nAs never had been in thought or dream.\\nFor when they looked on the clean-threshed\\nwheat,\\nAnd heard the threshers their tale repeat.\\nAnd knew that He had this wonder done.\\nThey knelt and worshipped Him, every one I\\nOh, think how happy they were and blest,\\nWho might awhile in His presence rest I\\nThink what it would be for you or me\\nThat voice to hear and that face to see I\\nThe children run to Him where He stands.\\nAnd cling with their little sunbrowned hands\\nTo His garment and the parents feel\\nTheir burden lightened while yet they kneel.\\nThank God, who spared us I the aged say,\\nTo look on Thy blessed face to-day I\\nThe sick are healed, and the weak made strong,\\nAnd hearts consoled that had suffered long\\n75", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN CORN\\nA sound of gladness, of praise and prayer,\\nFloats far away on the summer air.\\nAmid such transports of young and old.\\nHow was it that one could still be cold\\nA certain widow whom all confessed\\nTo be the bravest, perhaps the best.\\nAmong the women the place contained\\nWhy was it that she aloof remained\\nHandsome and stately, and strong of arm\\nTo guard her fatherless babes from harm.\\nWith five little hungry mouths to fill\\nFor them she laboured with might and will I\\nBut, proud of spirit, she could not bear\\nThat other hearts should her burden share.\\nOf soul too high for an evil deed.\\nShe scorned the others, but helped their need.\\nIn wit and wisdom the rest excelled.\\nAnd yet their kindness too oft repelled\\nAccepted nothing, though free to give.\\nAnd almost rather had ceased to live\\nThan share the loaf from a neighbour s shelf.\\nYes, proud of her very pride itself\\n76", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN CORN\\nShe nursed it, cherished it, thought it grand.\\nTo guide unaided her house and land.\\nAnd thanked the Lord, when she knelt to pray,\\nThat never one in the place could say,\\nI help the widow And now she stood\\nApart from the kneeling multitude.\\nAnd half impatient and half amused.\\nShe smiled at the simple words they used.\\nOf praise and wonder, and thought how she\\nCould never so weak and childish be\\nFor her t was a proud and happy day,\\nFor rest and plenty before her lay\\nHerself had sown and herself had reaped\\nAnd now the beautiful sheaves lay heaped,\\nNot far away, by her open door\\nHer heart rejoiced in the ample store I\\nA neighbour saw her, and called her name\\nCome near I perhaps He will do the same\\nFor thee, and thy summer s work complete\\nI know that thou hast not threshed thy wheat\\nShe tossed her head with a smile of pride\\nI never yet, since my husband died,\\n77", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN CORN\\nAsked help or favour of any one\\nBesides, I s\u00c2\u00bbiw how the thing was done.\\nAnd I c.\\\\n do it as well as He\\nHe need not turn from His way for nie\\nShe looked on the awed, adoring crowd.\\nIn scorn a moment then laughed aloud.\\nTo see the horror among them spre.id.\\nAt sound of the evil words she said.\\nOur Lord s disciples, though saints they were.\\nHad no good wislies that day for her I\\nLideed, their p.itience was greatly tried\\nTo see Him slighted and thrust aside.\\nOne even whispered* Hast Thou not heard\\nBut He said never an angry word I\\nOne look of pity He on her cast.\\nThen turned, and forth from the N-illage passed.\\nAlong the lane where the grass was bro^^^l,\\nAnd birds were pkicking the thistle-dowm.\\nTill under the olives* silver screen\\nHe turned aside, and no more was seen.\\n^\\\\nd now the widow of heart so proud\\nWovild sliow to the grave, indignant crowd", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN CORN\\nHer greater wisdom with this intent\\nShe calmly in to her fireside went\\nSome coals she brought in an iron pan\\nIf one can do it, another can I\\nShe said and then with a cireless smile\\nShe touched the coals to her golden pile.\\nA flash, a crackle, a blinding blaze\\nOf flame, that struggles, and soars, and sways,\\nAnd sinks a moment, and soars again\\nThat was the end of the widow s grain I\\nA few short moments, and nought remained\\nOf all that her loving toil had gained\\nBut blackened tinder, and embers red.\\nAnd the sullen smoke-cloud overhead I\\nHer friends and neighbours, I fear, meanwhile\\nWere far less minded to weep than smile\\nAnd hardly one was with pity moved,\\nFor the woman was not greatly loved.\\nAnd all were angry, as well as grieved.\\nTo think of the slight our Lord received.\\nAfter His wonderful goodness shown,\\nAnd when He had made their cares His own I\\n79", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN CORN\\nThe boys were ready to dance and shout,\\nAt seeing the red sparks blown about\\nThe maidens whispered and laughed aside\\nTheir parents talked on the sin of pride.\\nTo help or comfort her, no one planned,\\nExcept the poorest of all the band\\nAn aged woman, who near her came.\\nAnd drew her back from the scorching flame.\\n**Poor souir* she said, *thou hast children\\nfive I\\nAnd I have none in the world alive.\\nKeep up thy heart I I am well content\\nTo share with thee what the Lord has sent.\\nI just have gathered my harvest store.\\nAnd when t is gone. He will send us more I\\nIn vain they spoke to her, ill or good\\nShe neither listened nor understood.\\nShe minded not if they frowned or smiled\\nHer face was white, and her eyes were wild.\\nAs, lost in horror, she stood and gazed\\nTo see the corn by her labour raised.\\nTheir store of food for the coming year,\\nConsume before her and disappear I\\n80", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN CORN\\nThen came the cry of a little child,\\nFrom sleep awakened, in terror wild.\\nThat cry brought life to her fainting heart\\nShe turned around with a sudden start.\\nAnd said, in a husky voice and low,\\nWhich way did that Blessed Stranger go\\nA storm of voices around her rose\\nThe woman^s purpose they all oppose*\\nWhich Ji^ay they angrily say but how\\nWilt thou have courage to seek him now?\\nAnd after thy shameful words to-day,\\nIs He to stop for thee on His way\\nIs He to come when He hears thy call\\nBut, woman, hast thou no shame at all\\nNay, go not near Him another said\\nThat man has power to strike thee dead.\\nAnd thou hast angered Him Let Him go\\nThy pride has ruined thee; be it sol\\nThough none to help her a hand would lend,\\nThat gray-haired woman was still her friend\\nShe could not speak, for her voice was drowned\\nIn such a tumult of angry sound.\\n6 81", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN CORN\\nShe only made with her wrinkled hand\\nA sign the widow could understand,\\nAnd quick as thought, and before they knew.\\nAway on her wild pursuit she flew.\\nOur Blessed Lord, with His followers few.\\nHad journeyed on for a mile or two,\\nWhen, on the brow of a rocky hill.\\nThe others noticed that He stood still\\nAnd looked behind Him they did the same.\\nA woman running toward them came.\\nRunning and stumbling, and falling oft.\\nAnd throwing wildly her arms aloft,\\nAs if entreating them still to stay\\nTill she could finish the toilsome way I\\nThey looked and pity their souls possessed\\nAt first in seeing her thus distressed\\nBut when they knew her, their hearts grew\\nhard.\\nNor would they longer her prayers regard.\\nGood Lord, that woman it is, they say,\\nWho scorned and slighted Thee so to-day.\\nShe knows her folly, perhaps, too late\\nFor her, most surely, we should not wait I\\n82", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN CORN\\nShe needs me now was His sole reply\\nAnd still He waited they wondered why I\\nDown in the dust at His feet she fell\\nHer doleful story she could not tell,\\nFor speech had failed, and she vainly tried\\nBut, stretching her helpless hands, she cried\\n(With lips that hardly the words could form,\\nThey trembled so with the inward storm),\\nGood Lord, have patience, and pity take\\nOn me, for the innocent children s sake I\\nAnd then from her eyes began to pour\\nA flood of tears, and she said no more.\\nShe dropped her head on her heaving breast\\nBut He in His wisdom knew the rest.\\nAnd when He looked on her, bowed and\\ncrushed,\\nHer pride all broken, her boasting hushed,\\nTake heart I He said: I will give thee\\nmore\\nAnd better grain than thou hadst before.**\\nThe day was drawing toward a close.\\nThe sky was clear in its deep repose\\n83", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN CORN\\nThe sun, just sinking away from sight,\\nHad touched with a solemn crimson light\\nThe smoky column that, dark and thin,\\nStill rose where the widow^s sheaves had\\nbeen.\\nThe neighbours lingered, or came and went\\nTo look, and talk of the day^s event.\\nAnd, smiling grimly the wreck to view.\\nSome said The widow has had her due 1\\nBut more of them shook their heads and\\nsighed.\\nTo think of the bitter fruits of pride.\\nAnd one old woman looked down the lane.\\nAnd wished the widow would come again I\\nThe five poor little ones sat forlorn.\\nBeside the blackened and wasted corn\\nAnd ate the bread that the neighbours\\nbrought\\nFor them, at least, there was pitying thought.\\nNo sin of theirs, if the com was burned I\\nAnd then it was that the Lord returned.\\nReturned, as ever, to save and bless 1\\nAnd while the people around Him press,\\n84", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN CORN\\nThe widow kneels and the children weep^\\nHe lays His hand on the smouldering heap*\\nHis touch has the evil work undone\\nAnd in the light of the setting sun\\nThe com returned where the ashes lay;\\nBut not as it was at noon that day.\\nTo twice their size had the kernels grown,\\nAnd each with a burning lustre shone.\\nFor, since that grain through the fire has\\npassed,\\n*T will bear its colour until the last I\\nA few, in seeing the store increased\\nOf her who seemed to deserve it least.\\nBegan to murmur and yet, maybe.\\nThemselves were more in the wrong than she\\nWith all her folly, with all her sin\\nFor all her ignorant pride had been\\nFar more, alas, than her reason strong,\\nShe never did Him that grievous wrong\\nOf thinking He could refuse the prayer\\nI jOf one who sought Him in her despair\\ni Or that her sin, were it twice as great.\\nCould close His heart to her woful state\\n85", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN CORN\\nOr lie so heavily on her soul\\nBut what His love could outweigh the whole\\nBut most rejoiced in the happy sight\\nOf evil conquered and wrong made right.\\nAnd so from ruin and wreck was born\\nThe beautiful, flame-hued Indian corn I\\n8^", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "ZhtGldtst Daiwibtcr of the King\\n87", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "THE two stories of the Patr iaf ch, St. John of Alex-\\nandria^ which are especially interesting, as being;\\nwithout doubt true in all their principal f acts, are taken\\nfrom a short account of that wonderful man, written\\nby St. Leontius, Bishop of Napolis, in Cyprus, who\\nvisited Alexandria after the Patriarch s death, and\\nwrote in great part from the dictation of the Patriarch s\\nservant, by name Zaccarias, himself a man of saintly\\ncharacter. The stories must have been written by St.\\nLeontius not long after 620, when the Patriarch died.\\n88", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "Che eldest Daughter\\nof the King\\nSAINT JOHN of Alexandria blessed name,\\nRecalling ever holy thought and deed\\nO heart forever warm with heavenly flame\\nhand forever full for others* need I\\nBlessed and blessing thousands I Since his day,\\nTwelve hundred years, and more, have come\\nand gone.\\nTheir beauty dead, their glory passed away\\nBut in our loving thought he still lives on.\\nOf all who ever walked on earthly sod,\\n(Though many loved and saintly names there\\nbe,)\\n1 know not if another ever trod\\nMore closely in his Master s steps than he I\\nTo comfort all who suffer, this alone\\nHis soul desired for this he prayed and strove\\nWith heart unchanging and for him were none\\nToo high for pity, nor too low for love.\\n89", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "ELDEST DAUGHTER OF THE KING\\nAnd often was he rich, and often poor\\nFor God upon him had great wealth bestowed,\\nWhich endless store of blessing did procure\\nTo souls that fainted with their weary load.\\nNor could he e er from sorrow turn away,\\nNor from a brother s need his hand withhold\\nBut when his all was spent, men used to say.\\nThe good Lord gave him back a hundredfold.\\nEnough there was, and ever more to spare,\\nThough help abundant came at every call.\\nWhen prudent friends had prayed him to forbear,\\nHe only said, God has enough for all.\\nTill, for their souls content, he told the truth,\\nHe being now a grey-haired aged man,\\nThe holy vision that had blessed his youth.\\nAnd changed, of all his life, the course and plan.\\nA boy I was, and in my father s home\\nI slept t was night, and I was all alone.\\nWhen to my side I felt a presence come\\nA hand awakened me that touched my own.\\n90", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "ELDEST DAUGHTER OF THE KING\\nI saw the chamber all ablaze with light.\\nAnd there, before me, stood a lady fair,\\nWith olive crowned, and clad in raiment bright,\\nSuch as, I think, the saints in Heaven may wear.\\nHers was no earthly beauty, but a grace\\nMost sweet and solemn that no words can reach\\nI looked awhile in her celestial face.\\nAnd then addressed her, but with timid speech\\nWho art thou, O my lady, that dost bring\\nSuch glory in the night Then answered she\\nI am the eldest daughter of the King,\\nAnd more than all my sisters, he loves me.\\nFor me He left His glory it was I\\nWho led Him on along the thorny road,\\nTo suffer, and for others sin to die\\nFor me He shared thy sorrow, bore thy load.\\nTake me for thy companion I will be\\nThy friend as I was His, and by the hand\\nWill lead thee where at evening thou shalt see\\nThe emperor s face, and in his presence stand.*\\n91", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "ELDEST DAUGHTER OF THE KING\\nWhile yet the voice was sounding in my ear\\nThe vision ceased I saw the light no more\\nThe moon was shining through the window near,\\nAnd all the house was silent as before.\\nAnd, waiting till I saw the dawn ascend,\\nI lay and mused upon this wondrous thing\\nAnd tried, with my child^s mind, to comprehend\\nWho was the eldest daughter of the King.\\nI prayed, I pondered long in vain until\\nA light from Heaven was on my spirit shed\\nAnd not by wisdom, nor by earthly skill,\\nI knew the meaning of the words she said.\\nWhen Christ our blessed Lord to earth came\\ndown.\\nAnd gave His life for lost and thankless men.\\nAnd changed His glory for a thorny crown,\\nT was Mercy led and did constrain Him then.\\n*Ah, woe to us, if Mercy had not been\\nHis eldest daughter, and His guide that day I\\nThen had we died, and perished in our sin,\\nUnpitied, unforgiven, cast away.\\n92", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "ELDEST DAUGHTER OF THE KING\\nSuch was the Patriarch^s story, and we know\\nThat Mercy in his heart her dwelling made.\\nAs in no other and his life below\\nWas Mercy, in a thousand forms displayed.\\nAnd when the summons came that comes to all.\\nAs on a journey distant far he went\\nWhile he, rejoicing, heard the heavenly call.\\nThis token to the stricken church was sent.\\nA humble convent had his bounty shared,\\nFrom Alexandria some few miles away;\\nAnd there, where he for rest had oft repaired,\\nAn aged brother sick and dying lay.\\nFor years infirm and helpless had he Iain,\\nBut strong in faith, and happy in God s will.\\nThrough all the weary days and nights of pain.\\nHis only work to suffer and lie still.\\nThey two were friends, the Patriarch and he.\\nFor oft the busy saint had loved to turn\\nFrom care and work, that peaceful face to see.\\nAnd from those patient lips some lesson learn.\\n93", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "ELDEST DAUGHTER OF THE KING\\nAnd now as he lay dying, glad to go,\\nYet thinking, maybe, of his absent friend.\\nTo him was granted in a dream to know,\\nOf that most holy life, the blessed end.\\nFor, sleeping, he beheld in vision clear\\nThat sombre palace by the poor beloved.\\nWhere the good Patriarch, year after year.\\nHad all their burdens lightened or removed.\\nAnd down the stairway moved a long array\\nOf priests and others slowly did they tread,\\nA grave procession, as on festal day.\\nAnd he, the Patriarch, was at their head.\\nThe loved companions of his toil were there.\\nWho helped him long to labour and endure.\\nWho knelt beside him in the church at prayer,\\nOr bore his secret bounty to the poor.\\nThey passed the door where none had knocked\\nin vain.\\nThey crossed the courtyard with its well of stone;\\nBut at the outer gate did all remain\\nWith saddened look, while he went forth alone.\\n94", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "ELDEST DAUGHTER OF THE KING\\nAnd now the vision changed, he walked no more\\nThe city street that knew his step so well,\\nBut trod a pleasant path, unknown before.\\nThrough a fair land, where peace did ever dwell.\\nThere rose the emperor^s palace on a hill,\\nOverlooking all the country, where it lay\\nSpread out beneath it, beautiful and still.\\nIn all the sweetness of an April day.\\nGrand was that mansion, stately to behold\\nTo tell its beauty words can ne er begin,\\nThe thousand columns, and the domes of gold.\\nAnd shining all as from a light within.\\nHe neared the palace of their own accord\\nThe lofty gates before him open swing,\\nAnd in the glory, as it outward poured.\\nCame forth the eldest daughter of the King,\\nCame as he saw her on that far-off night\\nWhich star-like through his life s long journey\\nshone.\\nWearing her olive crown, her robe of light.\\nAnd came to meet him, where he walked alone.\\n95", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "ELDEST DAUGHTER OF THE KING\\nHe bowed and knelt before her^ for he knew\\nThat presence which had blessed him long\\nbefore\\nWhile from her folded mantle forth she drew\\nA crown of olive, like the one she wore.\\nAnd placed it on the saintly silvered head\\nThen took his hand. He rose nor did they wait\\nThe dreamer watched them as they onward sped,\\nTill, hand in hand, they entered through the\\ngate.\\nAnd then, as light concealed them, he awoke.\\nAnd to the brethren, gathered in his cell.\\nIn tearful silence listening while he spoke.\\nHe did the story of his vision tell.\\nAnd bade them note what hour the dream was\\nsent.\\nWhich some with anxious hearts made haste to\\ndo;\\nThen waited, fearing what the vision meant\\nTill time had shown them all they feared was\\ntrue.\\n96", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "ELDEST DAUGHTER OF THE KING\\nFor when the dreaded tidings came at last,\\nThey knew that on that very hour and day\\nTheir much-loved father from this life had\\npassed.\\nIn his own isle of Cyprus, far away.\\n97", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "Bishop Troilus\\n99", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "Bishop Croilus\\nTHE MANSION IN HEAVEN\\nIN pomp and state, with following great, the\\nBishop Troilus came\\nTo the town of Alexandria, which knew him\\nlong by fame,\\nTo see the holy Patriarch, who had been his\\nfriend of old.\\nTo hear his words of wisdom, and his saintly\\nlife behold.\\nIn youth their paths together lay, and both with\\none accord\\nHad chosen then the better part, and thought to\\nserve the Lord\\nFor half a century now and more had each one\\ngone his way.\\nThe Patriarch nearer was to God, far nearer\\nthan that day\\nFor his soul was like a garden where the flowers\\nthat then were sown.\\nWith care and patient tending, had to perfect\\nbeauty grown.\\nm", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nAnd Troilus? In the world s esteem he\\nstood as high, or higher\\nHis piety did all men praise, his eloquence\\nadmire\\nHe had fiery words to thrill them, he had flowery\\nwords to please.\\nAnd when he preached on festal days, the people\\nswMrmed like bees\\nFrom altar steps to open door there was hardly\\nroom to stand.\\nAnd *t was not the sermon only, but his presence\\nwas so grand\\nWith his grave and aged beauty, with his form\\nerect and tall.\\nWith saintly face and silver hair, he won the\\nhearts of all.\\nWhen through the city he returned, so lofty and\\nserene,\\nA train of priests attended him. all with obsequi-\\nous mien\\nAnd children followed open-eyed, and gentle\\nladies bent\\nFrom balcony and window high to see him as\\nhe went.\\ni02", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nIndeed he was a stately sight in silken raiment\\nclad^\\nThe ring he wore was valued more than aught\\nthe Patriarch had\\nAnd the cross upon his bosom, that the people\\nwondering viewed,\\nGave back the sunshine, when he walked, from\\njewels many-hued.\\nAnd men said his life was blameless, but it still\\nmust be confessed,\\nThough the saints were glad to own him, yet\\nthe sinners loved him best.\\nHe was rich, and he was famous, and, as all his\\nlife had shown.\\nHe was great in worldly Wisddfn, and the world\\nwill love its own.\\nBut while saints and sinn^fs praised him, there\\nwas one who did not praise.\\nBut whose eyes forever watched him with a sad\\nand anxious gaze\\nFor the Patriarch, simple-hearted, was not daz-\\nzled like the rest,\\n}03", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nAnd he knew the deadly passion that the Bishop s\\nsoul possessed,\\nYes, more deadly than another, for it lay so still\\nand cold,\\nLike a serpent coiled within him, twas the\\nVi growing love of gold.\\nIt had choked away his pleasure, it had eaten up\\nhis peace.\\nAs with every year that left him he had seen his\\nwealth increase.\\nTill his heart grew dry and withered in the\\nsmoke of worldly care\\nBut it dulled him with its poison, and he knew\\nnot it was there.\\nOh, the Patriarch longed to see him from such\\ncruel bondage free.\\nAnd he pleaded hard for Troilus every night on\\nbended knee\\nFor there yet was time to save him, so he hoped\\nand so believed.\\nBut the days and weeks were passing, and no\\nanswer he received.\\n104", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nBut with praying he grew bolder, and to combat\\nhe began,\\nAnd he left his door one morning with a wise\\nand hopeful plan;\\nAnd he said in solemn murmur, as he walked\\nalong the way,\\nI must go and fight with Satan for my brother s\\nsoul to-day;\\nHe is cruel, he is cunning, but his arts will be in vain,\\nThe strongest net he ever wove will never bear\\nthe strain\\nOf seeing and of hearing what each day I hear\\nand sec.\\nAnd the Lord has saved my brother if he will\\nbut come with me/\\nIt was in the early morning, long before the noise\\nand heat.\\nAnd the life was just beginning in the shady city\\nstreet.\\nWhen he saw a church door open, and he turned\\nand entered in.\\nI will ask the Lord to help me in this work that\\nI begin/\\ntos", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nThere were some who entered near him, ani he\\nsaw they cime in haste^\\nToiling men and burdened women, who had\\nlittle time to waste\\nBut they stoic some precious minutes in that\\nchurch to kneel and pray.\\nTo refresh their souls and cheer them for the\\nlabours of the d.iy\\nAnd they gathered close around him on the pave-\\nment, for they felt\\nThat their prayers would rise the higher if their\\nfather w~ith them knelt.\\nThen he said to them My children, you must\\nhelp me now indeed.\\nFor my heart and soul are troubled for a friend\\nin sorest need;\\nHe is low with mortal sickness, but no earthly\\nskill can cure.\\nPray the Lord to show His mercy to the poorest\\nof the poor.\\nSo they knelt and prayed together, till the morn-\\ning sun was high.\\nFor the Patriarch s heart was kindled, and the\\ntime went quickly by.\\n10\u00c2\u00a9", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nTroilus too had risen early, and had said his\\nmorning prayers,\\nBut he said them somewhat coldly, being filled\\nwith other cares.\\nAt that moment he was thinking, while he\\ncounted up his store.\\nUpon certain silver goblets he had seen the day\\nbefore.\\nWhich a silversmith had brought him, and had\\nhoped that he would buy.\\nThey were nobly wrought and chiselled, and the\\nprice indeed was high.\\nBut he thought upon his table they would look\\nexceeding fine\\nWhen his friends, the rich and noble, should\\ncome in with him to dine\\nThen how all of them would envy^ and this\\nthought his spirit cheered,\\nWhen a gentle knock aroused him, and the\\nPatriarch appeared.\\nVery bright his eyes were shining, and his face\\nwas all aglowt\\nBut his voice was strange and solemn, when he\\ntold him, I must go\\nJ07", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nTo the hospital, my brother, and I came here on\\nmy way\\nIf wc both could go together, it would be a happy\\nday.\\nThere I find my greatest blessing, every morning\\nfresh and new.\\nBut far greater, but far sweeter could I share it\\nonce with you,\\nHow the heart of Troilus softened, as those eyes\\nupon him shone.\\nAt their look of earnest pleading, at the tremor\\nin the tone\\nStrange it was that look could melt him and that\\nvoice could change him so.\\nCalling back to life, a moment, what had\\nwithered long ago,\\nSome old good that stirred udthin him, often\\nspurned and thrust aside.\\nBut the flowers the Lord had planted, though\\nthey d windled, had not died\\nHe was poor in heavenly treastire, but he loved\\nthe Patriarch still.\\nI will come,** he answered quickly you may\\nlead me where you will.**\\n10,3", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nThere were looks and tones of wonder in the\\nhospital that day.\\nFrom the rows of low white couches where the\\nsick and dying lay.\\nAs, with all his train about hini, in his splendour\\nand his pride.\\nOn he walked, the Bishop Troilus, by the sim-\\nple Patriarch s side.\\nBut erelong the two were parted, for as Troilus\\nlooked around,\\nHe recoiled in shrinking horror from each doleful\\nsight and sound;\\nWhile the Patriarch loved to linger for a while\\nby every bed.\\nWith his strong arms ever ready to sustain a\\ndrooping head\\nHappy in each humble service, and forgetting all\\nhis state,\\nWhile he thanked the Lord who sent him on\\nthese stricken ones to wait.\\nHow the pale sad faces brightened into smiles as\\nhe drew near,\\nAnd what loving words were murmured, faintly\\nmurmured in his ear I\\ni09", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nDocs he well/ said Bishop Troilus, as he saw\\nhim turn and go\\nFrom one bedside to another, does he well to\\nstoop so low\\nYet had Troilus only known it, they were not\\nthe poor alone\\nWhom his brother served that morning, but their\\nMaster and his own.\\nThere was one but just recovered, light of heart,\\nthough poor and weak.\\nWith a journey long before him, going forth his\\nhome to seek.\\nFar away among the mountains where his wife\\nand children stayed\\nBut the Patriarch^s love had found him ere the\\nstranger sought his aid,\\nGiving money for the journey, giving blessed\\nwords of cheer.\\nThen he turned, for time was pressing, and a\\nsadder face lay near.\\nWorn by months of pain and languor; he was\\nyoung, had once been strong,\\nHe was fading now, but slowly, and perhaps\\nwould suffer long,\\nno", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nAnd the hundred wants of sickness who can\\nknow that has not proved\\nHe had wearied all about him, but the Patriarch^s\\nheart was moved\\nSo he heard the long complaining to which no\\none else gave heed.\\nThen he left him, soothed and peaceful, with\\nenough for all his need.\\nSo with one and with another for a moment he\\nwould stay,\\nAt each bed he left a blessing, and a blessing\\nbrought away,\\nTill his purse grew light and empty, as had hap-\\npened oft before\\nThough he turned it up and shook it, there was\\nnot one penny more.\\nThen he turned and sought for Troilus, who that\\nmoment, as it chanced,\\nWith a look subdued and solemn, stood and\\ngazed, like one entranced.\\nOn the strange, unearthly beauty, on the light of\\nperfect peace\\nIn a woman s face before him she was nearing\\nher release, m", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nAnd a glory rested on her from the opening door\\nabove;\\nYet one shadow niarred its splendour when she\\nlooked with anxious love\\nOn a little maid, her d.iughter, v*-ith a pretty,\\ncareworn face.\\nWho Kid brought two younger childi en, waitiiig\\nnow for her embrace.\\nWondering why she did not give it, why so\\ndeadly still she lay.\\nFor they knew not, though slie knew it. she\\nwould not live out the d*iy.\\nSaid the Patriarch Brother Troilus, have you\\nnothing you could give\\nTo this woman and her children, for she has not\\nlong to live\\nAnd I see her mind is troubled, and I think, be-\\nfore they p.irt.\\nHad she sometliing she could leave thein, it\\n\\\\^^uld ease her burdened heart\\nFor myself, I freely promise I ^ill make these\\nbabes my care.\\nBut to-d.iy my purse is empty, so I pray you not\\nto spare,\\nU2", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nOh I alas, poor Bishop Troilus I how this plead-\\ning broke the spell\\nThat the woman s look had woven, and how\\nlow his spirit fell I\\nFor he dearly loved his money, with a passion\\ndeep and blind,\\nAs a scholar loves his learning, or a saint his\\npeace of mind.\\nBut the eyes of all were on him at that moment,\\nand he knew\\nTwas in hopeful expectation of what such a\\nsaint would do;\\nThere were many who had entered from the\\nbusy street to gazCf\\nHe would not be shamed before them, they should\\nstill have cause to praise\\nBut his purse would have to open, so he turned\\nand waved his hand\\nTo the priest who always bore it, with a gesture\\nof command.\\nFor this woman for her daughter and the two\\npoor babes, said he,\\nLay down thirty golden pieces in the Patriarch s\\nhand for me.\\n8 113", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nThcTC iTrc notu- v^ h.^ had not heard him, for his\\nvoice was loui and dear.\\nAnd a low. admiring murmur rose from all the\\ncouches near,\\n^^hile the Patriarch stovxi rejoicing in the deed\\nhis friend had do ne\\nBy himself he mdged .mother, and he thought\\nthe NiJtorv won.\\nFor one moment Bishop Trv^ilus feels his narrow\\nheart e.\\\\p\u00c2\u00ab.ir d.\\n^J^ hen the maiden thanks him weepir.g. M\\\\d the\\nchildren kiss his hand.\\nAnd the mother. Hist dep\u00c2\u00bb,irting. from the pillow\\nwhere she hes.\\nTurns one happv smile upon him. \\\\^-ith a bless-\\ning in her eves.\\nBvit alas on home returning, when the sacrifice\\nwas made.\\nien the Patriarch s ho!v presence was no\\nlonger there to aid.\\nHe did much bvw^il his monev half in ang^r,\\nh.vlf in pain.\\nTo h.\\\\vc parted ii\\\\ a moment ^^-ith what tcvk so\\nlong to gain. 114", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nAnd liis heart was m a tvirmoil. and a p^im was\\nill liis head.\\nTill the raging: Kirncd to fever, and he threw him\\non his bed\\nIn a storm of angry p^ission tl uit no reason coviJd\\ncontrol\\nFor to him to pvirt with money was like parting\\nwith his sotd.\\nBut he s^iid no word to any of tins rage and in-\\nward strife,\\nAnd the priests who waited on him were in ter-\\nror for Ins life.\\nAnd as noticing made ham better, they took\\ncovinsel, and agreed\\nThat the Patriarch, and he only, was the man\\nto meet their need\\nSo they sent and humbly prayed him if to come\\nhe would be pleased.\\nFor liis friend the Bishop Troilus was with sud-\\nden illness seized.\\nLi his chamber lay the Bishop, sick ui body, sick\\nin mind\\nBut the Patriarch, wise in spirit, had liis malady\\ndi\\\\ ined. n5", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nSo he came and sat beside him, patient still, but\\npale with grief,\\nWhile he made one last endeavour for that\\ntroubled soul s relief.\\nBut his friend was sore and angry, and his words\\nhe would not hear.\\nFor the presence now disturbed him that had\\nlately been so dear.\\nAnd he lay with face averted, till he heard the\\nPatriarch say,\\nI have brought you back the money that you\\ngave away to-day.\\nThen indeed he started wildly, and his eyes he\\nopened wide,\\nAnd he turned and faced his brother with a joy\\nhe could not hide\\nFor with sudden hope he trembled, and it paled\\nhis fevered cheek\\nAnd the Patriarch s heart was sinking, but he\\nstill went on to speak\\nWhen I asked your help this morning, I had\\nnothing of my own,\\nSo I left to you the blessing which had else Been\\nmine alone", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nFor those three dear orphan children I had gladly\\ndone the whole,\\nSo their mother up in heaven might be praying\\nfor my soul.\\nAnd I now have come to ask you if this grace\\nyou will resign,\\nWill you take again the money, and let your good\\ndeed be mine\\nYet I pray you to consider, ere you grant it or\\nrefuse,\\nWhat a great and heavenly treasure I shall win\\nahd you will lose;\\nFor indeed I would not wrong you, though to me\\nthe gain be great.\\nSo then do nut answer rashly, there is time,\\nwe both can wait.\\nAnd t were well to think a little on the words\\nour Master said,\\nHow He left the poor behind, that we might\\nserve them in His stead\\nAnd whatever help we grant them, be it great or\\nbe it small.\\nTo our blessed Lord we give it, to our Lord, who\\ngave us all.^*\\nm", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nThen .r..iic .v.-.swjr F-.slv^r Tr.^ .lv:;^. As tor\\n\\\\vh.\\\\t N\\\\^v. \u00e2\u0096\u00a0\u00e2\u0080\u00a2\u00e2\u0096\u00a0..^w (.^r.^ .vSi:,\\nI: j. Sj v\\\\i 1 .v.w rcaiv. .l;^w :hj .\\\\:;^:-i wc\\nT p.crc .vrc .u.inv s^.t-i.ds ot scn-^^cc. .\\\\ni c.ich ncci-\\ntul in Its w.w.\\nAnd I ::v, k th.- I .^-i h.is set inc ui His ch-orch\\nAnd tv save the soiils that pcns-h. .ind to teach\\nmen how to Unic*\\n.j vour ow \\\\\\\\v. ;r.on. bt\\\\^:her. is wSth open\\nLet no: oo; .v::.\\\\. ::rj ochcr, t.ikc vour part and\\nFo. ..^w j er we oo.av di\\\\-^.de it, .vll the serv-ee is\\ndi\\\\-ine.\\nLet VIS feed Gvxi s tlvxk K $ether. for H -.jiv\\n1 :;\\\\e s,^. s n ;:\\\\e b\\\\\\\\i\\\\es, s.^ :he ^..r^en we\\n:n s;\\\\. :v\\nThen s be it. s.v.d -jr. b;;t :vs \\\\o^ee\\nwas .ow ao.d jirave.\\nAnd he praved to ^.^-Ov- s. .v -jv .^r .e sovil he\\neould not s.-\\\\e.", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nWc must write it all in order, \\\\vc must siv;n\\nand seal it too.\\nSo that mine may be the blessing, while the gold\\nremains with you.\\nSo they wrote a contract solemn, to wliich each\\none signed his name.\\nIn which he, the Bishop Troilus, did relinquish\\nevery claim\\nTo whatever reward or merit his one pious deed\\nhad earned,\\nSince the thirty golden pieces to his hand had\\nbeen returned.\\nThen the Patriarch counted slowly all the pieces,\\none by one.\\nIn the open hand of Troilus, and his last attempt\\nwas done.\\nAll had failed, and heavy-hearted from that cham-\\nber forth he went.\\nWhile his friend lay still and smiling in the full-\\nness of content\\nFor the fever now had left him, and t was sweet\\nto lie and rest.\\nWith no more a thorn to vex him in his smooth,\\nuntroubled breast.\\nU9", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nWith a dreamy satisfaction he was thinking all\\nthe while\\nHow those pretty shining pieces would increase\\nthe golden pile\\nIn that chest of hoarded treasure that already held\\nso much\\nAnd he laid his hand upon them with a fond\\ncaressing touch.\\nBut his thoughts began to wander, and his eyes\\nwere closing soon,\\nIn the drowsy heat and stillness of the summer\\nafternoon.\\nThen a dream was sent to bless him, as in quiet\\nsleep he lay,\\nAnd it bore him in a vision to the country far away\\nAnd he saw the holy city, where the saints and\\nangels dwell\\nOf its glory, of its beauty, mortal tongue can\\nnever tell.\\nThere were palm-trees growing stately by the\\nwater, crystal clear\\nThere was music ever swelling, sometimes far\\nand sometimes near,\\nJ 20", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nAs it rose in mystic cadence from the hearts that\\noverflowed\\nWith the joy that reigns forever in their beautiful\\nabode.\\nAnd the people of that city whom he met along\\nthe way\\nOn the shining golden pavement, oh, how full of\\npeace were they!\\nFor he thought some heavenly vision shone for-\\never in their sight,\\nAnd he looked where they were gazing, but he\\nonly saw the light\\nAs it flooded all with glory, and the air it seemed\\nto fill;\\nBut he saw not what they looked on, for his eyes\\nwere mortal still.\\nNow among those lighted faces there were some\\nhe knew before,\\nOf the poor to whom so often he had closed his\\nheart and door;\\nSuch as in the heavenly city he had little thought\\nto find.\\nFor the sad and sick and needy had been never\\nto his mind\\nJ21", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nOf the rich were not so many^ yet a few of these\\nbeside,\\nWho by deeds of love and mercy had their\\nMaster glorified.\\nAnd in perfect health and beauty, among all that\\nbright array,\\nWas the woman he saw dying in the hospital\\nthat day.\\nAll along the road he travelled, to the left and to\\nthe right.\\nRose the palaces they dwelt in, each a mansion\\nof delight,\\nBut all varying in their beauty, far away as eye\\ncould reach.\\nWith a name in golden letters, high above the\\ndoor of each.\\nAnd sweet faces smiled upon him, from the win-\\ndows here and there.\\nGentle faces free forever from the shade of earthly\\ncare;\\nAnd he heard the happy voices of the children\\nas they played\\n122", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILU5\\nIn the fair and peaceful gardens, where the roses\\nnever fade\\nAnd the things he left behind him seemed so very\\npoor and small,\\nThat he wondered, in that glory, why men cared\\nfor them at all.\\nBut oh, wonder of all wonders, when he saw a\\nname that shone\\nO er a high and arching doorway, yes, a name\\nthat was his own\\nCould it be his eyes deceived him No, he read\\nit o er and o er\\nThis, it said, of Bishop Troilus is the home\\nforcvermore.\\nOh the beauty of that palace, with such light and\\nsplendour filled,\\nThat he thought the clouds of sunset had been\\nhewn its walls to gild\\nAnd the golden door stood open, he could catch\\na glimpse within\\nOf the vast illumined chambers where no foot\\nhad ever been.\\n123", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nHe could only gaze bewildered, for the wonder\\nwas too great,\\nAnd the joy so poured upon him he could hardly\\nbear the weight.\\nThen he took one step toward it, but a servant\\nof the King\\nWho from far-off earth that morning had re-\\nturned on busy wing,\\nAnd was bearing gifts and tokens from the scat-\\ntered church below,\\nCame and passed and stood before him, in the\\ncourtyard s golden glow.\\nThen he turned to his companions, for a few had\\ngathered near.\\nAnd his words fell hard and heavy on the Bishop s\\nlistening ear,\\nWe must cancel that inscription from the stone,\\nand write thereon\\nThat Troilus hath this palace sold unto the\\nPatriarch John,\\nAnd that thirty golden pieces were the price that\\nhe received.\\n$24", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nUp then started Bishop Troilus, for his soul was\\nsorely grieved,\\nAnd he tried to speak, but could not, and awoke\\nin his dismay.\\nWith his hand upon the money close beside him\\nwhere be lay.\\nNow the long bright day was over as he saw\\nthe sun descend,\\nWeary day, the Patriarch thought it he was\\nglad to see it end.\\nHe was walking in his garden where the fresh-\\nening shadows lay.\\nAnd the flowers that drooped at noontime stood\\nerect in beauty gay\\nBut their brightness could not cheer him, and he\\nbent his head and sighed.\\nFor he thought, with wondering sadness, that the\\nLord his prayer denied.\\nThen he heard a step behind him, and he looked;\\nbut who was there,\\nWild of look, like one who struggled with a pain\\nhe could not bear\\n125", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nCould ft be the stately Bishop? Yes, but oh,\\nhow changed to see I\\nAnd he said with tears and trembling, O my\\nbrother, pray for me\\nHow the Patriarch^s heart rebounded from the\\nweight that on it pressed.\\nAt the change so deep and sudden, in those\\nbroken words expressed\\nHow his cheek grew red with gladness, how it\\nsmoothed his troubled brow!\\nGod forgive me if I doubted, all my prayers\\nare answered now.\\nG^me,* he said, my brother Troilus, sit be-\\nside me, tell me all\\nAnd he led him, pale and helpless, to a seat be-\\nside the wall.\\nAnd there Troilus, clinging closely to that strong\\nand helpful hand.\\nTrusting in the heart that loved him and his\\nthoughts could understand.\\nTold the story of his vision to his awed and\\nlistening friend,\\nAll that dream of light and glory, with its sad,\\nunlooked-for end\\n)26", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nBut his voice, which trembled ever, wellnigh\\nfailed him when he told\\nOf the horror of that waking, with his hand\\nupon the gold\\nWhen his eyes, long blind, were opened, and he\\nsaw the wreck within.\\nAnd one fearful moment showed him what his\\nwasted life had been.\\nNow, he said, my courage fails me when I\\nthink to mend my ways.\\nI have wasted all God gave me, mind, and\\nstrength, and length of days,\\nAnd the gold I gave my soul for pulls me down-\\nward with its weight\\nHelp me if you can, oh, help me Say it is not\\nyet too late.\\nAnd he looked with eyes beseeching at the\\nPatriarch, who replied\\nWith a smile that fell like sunshine on the faint\\nheart by his side,\\nWhat I too late for God^s forgiveness, when He\\ncalls you to repent\\nTwas to save you, not to lose you, that the\\nblessed dream was sent;\\n127", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\n*Tis His help, not mine, my brother, you are\\nneeding, and you know,\\nIf we ask it. He will give it, for Himself has told\\nus so.\\nAnd the prodigal returning shall be welcomed\\nall the more\\nIf the years were long and many since he left his\\nFather^s door/^\\nBut, said Troilus, I am aged, and my man-\\nhood^s strength is past\\nAfter such a life ungodly, can I hope for grace at\\nlast?\\nNever fear, the Patriarch answered, there is\\njoy in heaven to-day.\\nAnd they ask not in their gladness if your hair\\nbe black or gray.\\nSo then Troilus gathered courage, and that night,\\nby deed and word.\\nGave himself and all his substance to the service\\nof the Lord;\\nYet in his own strength mistrusting, he implored\\nhis friend anew\\nWith his daily prayer to aid him, and he promised\\nso to do.\\n128", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nAnd the thirty golden pieces he returned to him\\nagain,\\nYes, and other thirty with them, for the change\\nwas not in vain.\\nThen he left the past behind him, and a better\\nlife began\\nFrom that evening in the garden he became\\nanother man.\\nThere was no more train about him when he\\nwalked the city through.\\nFor the priests who once attended now had better\\nwork to do\\nAnd the ladies cared no longer from their bal-\\nconies to lean.\\nWhen of worldly pomp and splendour there was\\nnothing to be seen.\\nFor the cross of many jewels on his bosom shone\\nno more.\\nHaving gone on works of mercy to increase his\\nheavenly store.\\nBut the poor and needy sought him; he was\\nnow their faithful friend.\\nAnd they knew, whatever befell them, on his love\\nthey might depend.\\n9 J29", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "BISHOP TROILUS\\nSo his closing days were happy, after years of\\nsordid care,\\nFor no gain can bring contentment till the poor\\nhave had their share\\nAnd he lightened many a burden, and he righted\\nmany a wrong.\\nAnd the wealth became a blessing that had been\\na curse so long\\nAnd his secret hoard was scattered, and men\\nsaid that he died poor.\\nBut he found great wealth in heaven at the end,\\nwe may be sure.\\n130", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "rbc Cro98C9 on the Cdall\\n131", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "THIS tseautiful legend has for me a most peculiar\\ninterest, owing to the circumstances under which I\\nfirst heard it. It was taught to me by a very dear\\nyoung friend whom I had known and loved from his\\ninfancy, Piero, the only surviving child of Count\\nGiuseppe Pasolini Zanelli of Faenza. It was only last\\nOctober eight months ago and we were all staying\\ntogether in the home of his beloved and still beautiful\\ngrandmother, at Bassano, in the Veneto. It was the\\nlast evening that we expected to pass together, and\\nPierino (we had never been able to give up calling him\\nby that childish diminutive) brought a book with him,\\na collection of popular legends compiled by De Guber-\\nnatis, and said that he had a story to read us. It was\\nThe Crosses on the Wall,^ and it has always seemed\\nto me as though he read it on that particular evening\\nto prepare us for what was to come. For some months\\nhe had been not quite so strong as usual, yet no one\\nfelt any particular apprehension, until on the twenty-\\neighth of November he died, almost without warning.\\nHe was twenty-two years old, of a very beautiful\\ncharacter, so good that we ought to have known he\\nwas not for us.\\nWith him two great and ancient families come to an\\nend, the Pasolini-Zanclli of Faenza, and the Baroni-\\nSemitecolo of Bassano these last are the only descend-\\nants of that Semitecolo who worked in mosaic at\\nTorcello.\\n132", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "Che Crosses on the ^att\\nH Legend of primiero\\nCOME, children, listen to what I tell,\\nFor my words are wise to-day\\nFrom Primiero among the hills\\nWas the legend brought away.\\nAnd Primiero among the hills\\nIs a little world apart,\\nWhere is much to love and much to learn,\\nIf you have a willing heart.\\nIt lies on high, like a stranded ship.\\nFrom the parted wave of time\\nNot far from the troubled world we know.\\nBut the way is hard to climb.\\nFor the mountains rise and close it in.\\nWith their walls of green and gray\\nWith crag and forest and smooth-worn cliff,\\nWhere the clouds alone can stray.\\nJ33", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "THE CROSSES ON THE WALL\\nAnd when a house they have builded there.\\nIf a blessing they would win,\\nAbove the door do they write a prayer,\\nThat Christ may dwell therein.\\nAnd I think, throughout the ancient town.\\nOn its steep ascending road,\\nIn many a heart, in many a home,\\nHas He taken His abode.\\nAnd when a burden is hard to bear\\nAnd such burdens come to all\\nThey tell the story I m telling now.\\nOf the crosses on the wall.\\nT is a pearl of wisdom, gathered far\\nIn the dim and distant past\\nBut ever needed, but ever new,\\nAs long as the world shall last.\\nFor never has been since earth was made.\\nAnd surely shall never be,\\nA man so happy or wise or great.\\nHe might from the cross be free.", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "THE CROSSES ON THE WALL\\nThe tale it is of a widow poor,\\nAnd by trouble sorely pressed;\\nOf how, through sorrow and many tears,\\nAt the end her soul was blest.\\nShe had not been always poor and sad,\\nFor her early years were bright.\\nWith a happy home, and with parents kind,\\nAnd herself their hearts^ delight I\\nA mother s darling, a father s pride,\\nShe was fair in form and face\\nA sunny creature, a joy to all.\\nFor her sweet and winning grace*\\nThen, early married to one she loved.\\nShe had still been shielded well\\nFor her he laboured, for her he thought.\\nAnd on her no burden fell.\\nShe worked, indeed but what work was hers\\nThrough the short and happy hours\\nTo pluck the fruit from her orchard trees.\\nOr to tend the garden flowers\\nJ35", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "THE CROSSES ON THE WALL\\nTo sit and spin, and to sing the while\\nLi her porch with roses gay\\nTo spread the tabic ^^^th plenty piled,\\nAnd to watch the children play.\\nTheir home was a little nest of peace\\n*T was a niile beyond the tov.ii,\\nIn that sheltered valley, green ^-ith woods,\\nWTiere the river murmurs do-^Ti.\\nAnd she never dreamed of change to come,\\nvThough a change must all expect.)\\nTill the blow, like lightning, on her fell,\\nAnd her happy life was \\\\^Tecked.\\nBut who could have thought the man would die\\nThere were few so strong as he\\nFrom his forest work they bore him home.\\nStruck dead by a falling tree.\\nA petted child, and a wife belov^ed.\\nShe had hardly sorrow kno\\\\^Ti,\\nTill the strong, brave man was borne away.\\nAnd she faced the world alone.\\nl3o", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "THE CROSSES ON THE WALL\\nAlone, with a babe too young to speak,\\nAnd with other children five\\nOh, why, she asked, are the strong removed\\nAnd the feeble left alive\\nBut where is the good of asking ivhyf\\nWhen our helpers disappear\\nThat question never was answered yet.\\nAnd it never will be, here.\\nThere was little time to sit and weep\\nShe must rise, and bear the strain\\nAlone she stood, with the home to keep,\\nAnd the children s bread to gain.\\nThe best of herself had gone with him;\\nShe had no more faith nor trust\\nShe could not bow to the Lord s decree.\\nFor she felt it all unjust.\\nThe good Lord cares for a widow s need,\\nBut on Him she did not call.\\nShe laboured hard, and she fought with fate.\\nAnd they lived but that was all.\\n137", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "THE CROSSES ON THE WALL\\nShe fought her battle Vv-ith fate, aiid failed.\\nAs many have failed before\\nIf against the thorns we push and press,\\nThey w)ll only prick the more.\\nShe could not bear u-ith the children now,\\nAnd she called them rude and v.-ild\\nForgetting quite, in her sullen grief,\\nThat she had been once a child.\\nYes, ild they were and like all ^-ild things\\nThey were light and swift and strong\\nAnd her poor, sick spirit turned away\\nFrom the gay, unruly throng.\\nThey swam the river, they climbed the trees.\\nThey were full of life and play\\nBut oft, when their mother* s voice they heard.\\nThey hid from her sight away.\\nThey did not love her, and that she knew.\\nAnd of that she oft complained\\nBut not by threats nor by angry words\\nCould the children s love be gained.\\n133", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "THE CROSSES ON THE WALL\\nRespect and honour we may command\\nThey will come at duty s call\\nBut love, the beautiful thornless rose,\\nGrows wild, when it grows at all.\\nAnd she grew bitter, as time went on,\\nGrew bitter and hard and sore,\\nTill one day she cried in her despair,\\nI can bear my life no more I\\nLook down from Heaven, good Lord, and see\\nAnd pity my cruel fate\\nOh, come, and in mercy take away\\nMy burden, for t is too great I\\nMy heart is breaking with all its load.\\nAnd I feel my life decline\\nNever I think did the woman live\\nWho has borne a cross like mine I\\nTo her cry for help an answer came,\\nAnd solemn it was, and strange I\\nFor a silence deep around her fell.\\nAnd the place seemed all to change.\\nJ39", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "THE CROSSES ON THE WALL\\nShe s:cci in a sad and sombre room,\\n^licrc from ceiling dov.-n to floor.\\nAlong the all and on every side.\\nThere \\\\v Tere crosses nothing more.\\nThere were crosses old. and cresses new,\\nThere were crosses large and small\\nAnd in their midst there was One who stood\\nAs the IVIaster of them all.\\nBefore His presence her eyes dropped low.\\nAnd her wild complaining died\\nFor she knew the cross that He had borne\\nWas greater than all beside.\\nAnd He bade her choose, and take a-^-ay.\\nFrom among the many there.\\nAnother cross, in exchange for hers.\\nThat she found too great to bear.\\nShe looked for those that were least in size.\\nAnd she quickly lifted one\\nBut eh, *t was hea\\\\w, and pained her more\\nThan her ox^ti had ever done\\nt40", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "THE CROSSES ON THE WALL\\nShe laid it back with a trembling hand\\nAnd whose cross is that she cried\\nFor heavier t is than even niine\\nAnd a solann voice replied\\nThat cross belongs to a maiden young,\\nBut of youth she little knows\\nFor the days to her are days of pain,\\nAnd the night brings scant repose.\\nA helpless, suffering, useless thing I\\nAnd her pain will never cease,\\nTill death in pity will come one day,\\nAnd her troubles end in peace.\\nShe never has walked the pleasant fields,\\nNor has sat beneath the trees\\nThe hospital wall that shuts her in\\nIs the only world she sees.\\nShe has no mother, she has no home.\\nAnd in strangers^ hands she lies\\nWith none to care for her while she lives,\\nNor weep for her when she dies.^^", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "THE CROSSES ON THE WALL\\nBut why is the cross so small, my Lord,\\nAnd why docs her heart not break\\nShe counts it littlct the answer came\\nFor she bears it for my sake.\\nThe T^ idow bluslied \\\\^4th a sudden shame;\\nTo her eyes the tears ai*ose\\nShe dried them soon, and again she turned.\\nAnd another cross she chose.\\nIt fell from her hand against the wall,\\nAnd she let it there remain\\nThat cross shall never be mine/* she said,\\nThough I take my ot^ti again I\\nAnd whose is this that I cannot hold\\nFor it seems to burn my hand\\nAnd never, 1 think, was heart so strong\\nThat could such a weight withstand,^*\\nThe cross it is of a gentle -^^fe.\\nAnd she wears it all unseen\\nWith early sorrow her hair is white.\\nBut she keeps a smile serene*", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "THE CROSSES ON THE WALL\\n**She gave her heart to :in evil man,\\nAnd she thought him good and true\\nAnd long she trusted and long believed,\\nBut at last the truth she knew.\\nShe knows that his soul is stained with crime,\\nBut the worst she still conceals\\nAbuse and terror her sole reward,\\nAnd the Lord knows what she feels I\\nShe cannot leave him, for love dies hard,\\nAnd her children bear his name\\nBut she prays for grace, to keep and guard\\nTheir innocent lives from shame.\\nShe trembles oft when his step she hears\\nOn a lonely winter night\\nAnd she hides her frightened babes afar\\nFrom their cruel father^s sight.\\nAnd she dares not even hope for death.\\nThough his hand might set her free\\n^T were well for her in the grave to rest\\nBut where would the children be\\nU3", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "THE CROSSES ON THE WALL\\nThe widow shuddered, her face grew pale,\\nAnd she no more turned to look:\\nShe reached her hand to the wall near by,\\nAnd a cross by chance she took.\\n*Twas not so large as the first had been,\\nBut it seemed a fearful weight\\n**And whose am I holding now? she asked.\\nFor it did not look so great.\\nA mother^s cross is the one you bear,\\nSo the voice in answer said,\\nAnd she once had children six like you\\nBut her children all are dead.\\nShe has all besides that earth can give\\nShe has friends and wealth to spare.\\nAnd house and land but she counts them not,\\nFor the children are not there.\\nTime passes slowly, and she grows old;\\nBut she may not yet depart.\\nIn lonely splendour she counts the years,\\nWith an empty, hungry heart.\\n144", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "THE CROSSES ON THE WALL\\nAnd she knows by whom the cross was sent,\\nAnd she tries her head to bow\\nBut six green mounds by the churchyard wall\\nAre the most she cares for now/*\\nThe widow thought of her own wild brood,\\nAnd she felt a creeping chill\\nAnd, Oh, give me back my cross I she said,\\nI will keep and bear it still.\\nForgive me. Lord (and with that she knelt.\\nAnd for very shame she wept).\\nI know my sin, that I could not bow.\\nNor Thy holy will accept.\\nOh, give me patience, for life is hard\\nAnd the daily strength I need\\nAnd by Thy grace I will try to bear\\nThe burden for me decreed.\\n1 11 change my ways with the children now.\\nThough they give me added cares.\\nPoor babes I know, if they love me not,\\nThat the blame is mine, not theirs\\nJO J45", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "THE CROSSES ON THE WALL\\nShe kept her word as the weeks went on,\\nAnd she fought with fate no more\\nTwas now with a patient, humble heart\\nThat her daily cross she bore*\\nThe children wondered to see her change\\nSo greatly in look and speech I\\nShe met them now with a smile so kind,\\nAnd a gentle word for each.\\nAnd soon they learned, from her altered ways,\\nWhat her words had vainly taught;\\nTheir love, that long she had claimed in vain,\\nCame back to her all unsought.\\nThere were merry shouts and dancing feet.\\nWhen the mother came in sight\\nThere were little arms around her thrown,\\nThere were eyes with joy alight.\\nWith love for teacher, they learned to help.\\nThere was work for fingers small\\nHer heart grew soft like the earth in spring.\\nAnd she thanked the Lord for all I\\n146", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "THE CROSSES ON THE WALL\\nHer girls so pretty, her boys so brave,\\nAnd so helpful all and kind\\nShe wondered often, and thought with shame\\nOf how she had once repined.\\nFor in their presence she oft forgot\\nHer burden of want and care,\\nForgot her trouble forgot, almost,\\nThat she had a cross to bear I\\nJ47", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "Suora JVIarianna\\nJ49", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "Suora JMarianna\\nLITTLE children, will you listen to a simple\\ntale of mine,\\nThat I learned at San Marcello, in the Tuscan\\nApennine,\\nFrom an aged, saintly woman, gone to heaven\\nlong ago\\nIt has helped me on my journey, and as yet you\\ncannot know\\nHalf the wisdom stored within it, nor the com-\\nfort it can give\\nBut still, try and not forget it I You will need it\\nif you live.\\nAnd some day, when life is waning and your\\nhands begin to tire,\\nYou will think of Marianna, and her vision by\\nthe fire.\\nIn a convent, old and quiet, near a little country\\ntown,\\nOn a chestnut-shaded hillside, to the river sloping\\ndown.\\nDwelt a few of those good sisters who go out\\namong the poor,\\n151", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nWho must labour Lite and early, and inudi\\nweariness endure\\nAnd the one who did in pvitience and in all good\\nworks excel\\nWas the Sister Marianna. she whose story now\\nI tell.\\nShe was ever kind and willing, for each heavy\\ntask prep^ired\\nNo one ever thought to spare her, and herself\\nshe never spared.\\nAll unpraised and all unnoticed, bearing burdens\\nnot her own.\\nYet she lived as rich and happy as a queen upon\\nher throne I\\nShe was rich, though few would think it for\\nGod gave her grace to choose^\\nNot the world s deceitful riches, but the wealth\\none cannot lose*\\nThere are many heap up treasure, but it is not\\nevery one\\nWho will take his treasure with him when his\\nearthly life is done,\\nis:", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nWas she bcatttiful I know not. She had eyes\\nof peaceful lij^ht,\\nAnd her face looked sweet and blooming in its\\nframe of linen while.\\nTo the sick and heavy-hearted she was pleasant\\nto behold.\\nAnd she seemed a heavenly vision to the feeble\\nand the old.\\nShe was happy when she wandered tip the wan-\\nderinjy mountain road,\\nBearing food and warmth and blessing to some\\ndesolate abode,\\nThough the ice-cold winds were blowing and\\nher woman s strength was tried\\nFor she knew who walked there with her, in\\nher heart and by her side.\\nShe was happy oh, so happy I in her little\\nwhitewashed cell\\nLooking out among the branches, where they\\ngave her leave to dwell\\nIn her scanty hours of leisure for there, looking\\nfrom the wall.\\nWere the dear and holy faces that she loved the\\nbest of all.\\nJ53", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nT was an old and faded picture, poorly painted\\nat the best.\\nOf Our Lord, the Holy Infant, in His Mother s\\narms at rest.\\nBut her faith and loving fancy had a glory to it\\nlent.\\nAnd the faces that she saw there were not what\\nthe artist meant.\\nAnd the wooden shelf before it she would often-\\ntimes adorn\\nWith the buttercup and bluebell, and the wild\\nrose from the thorn,\\nWhich she gathered, when returning, while the\\nmorning dew was bright.\\nFrom some home, remote and lonely, where she\\nwatched the sick by night.\\nSo her life was full of sunshine, for in toiling for\\nthe Lord\\nShe had found the hidden sweetness that in com-\\nmon things lies stored\\nHe has strewn the earth with flowers, and each\\neye their brightness sees\\nBut He filled their cups with honey, for His\\nhumble working bees.\\n154\\nU", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nBut there came a time poor sister I when her\\nrosy cheek grew pale,\\nAnd her eyes, with all their sunlight, seemed to\\nsmile as through a veil\\nAnd her step was weak and heavy, as she trod\\nthe steep ascent.\\nWhere through weeks of wintry weather to her\\nloving work she went.\\nT was a foot-path, lone and narrow, winding\\nup among the trees,\\nAnd ^t was hard to trace in winter, when the\\nslippery ground would freeze,\\nAnd the snow fall thick above it, hiding every\\nsign and mark\\nBut she went that way so often she could climb\\nit in the dark I\\nT was to nurse a poor young mother, by fierce\\nmalady assailed,\\nThat she made the daily journey, and she never\\nonce had failed.\\nNow the short sharp days were over, and the\\nspring had just begun\\nEvery morn the light came sooner, and more\\nstrength was in the sun.\\nJ55", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nAll around the grass was springing, and its ten-\\nder verdure spread.\\nMid the empty burrs of chestnuts, and the old\\nleaves, brown and dead,\\nLow and small, but creeping, creeping till it al-\\nmost touched the edge\\nOf the daily lessening snow-drifts, under rock\\nor thorny hedge.\\nFrom the wreck of last yearns autumn life\\nawakened, strong and new.\\nAnd the buds were crowding upward, though as\\nyet the flowers were few.\\nMany nights had she been watching, and with\\nlittle rest by day,\\nFor her heart was in the chamber where that\\nhelpless woman lay\\nThere the flame of life she cherished, when it\\nalmost ceased to burn.\\nPraying God to help and keep them till the hus-\\nband should return.\\n*Twas the old and common story, such as all of\\nus can hear,\\n156", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nIf we care to, in the mountains, every day\\nthroughout the year\\nShe who languished, weak and wasting, in the\\ngarret chamber there.\\nHad been once as strong and happy as the wild\\nbirds in the air.\\nShe had been a country beauty, for the boys to\\nserenade;\\nAnd the poets sang about her, in the simple\\nrhymes they made.\\nAnd with glowing words compared her to the\\nlilies as they grew.\\nOr to stars, or budding roses, as their manner is\\nto do.\\nThen the man who played at weddings with\\nhis ancient violin.\\nWith his sad, impassioned singing, had contrived\\nher heart to win\\nAnd one brilliant April morning he had brought\\nher home, a bride,\\nTo his farm and low-built cottage on the moun-\\ntain s terraced side.\\nT was a poor, rough home to look at, and from\\nneighbours far away,\\n157", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nBut with love and health and music there was\\nmuch to make it gay.\\nThey were happy, careless people, and they\\nthought not to complain,\\nThough the door were cracked and broken, or\\nthe roof let in the rain\\nThey could pile the fire with branches, while the\\nwinter storms swept by;\\nFor the rest, their life was mostly out beneath\\nthe open sky.\\nTime had come, and brought its changes, sun-\\nshine first, and then the shade.\\nFrost untimely, chestnuts blighted. Sickness\\ncame, and debts were made\\nFields were sold, alas, to pay them; yet their\\ntroubles did not cease.\\nAnd the poor man s heart was troubled thus to\\nsee his land decrease I\\nFields were gone, and bread was wanting, for\\nthere now were children small\\nMuch he loved them, much he laboured but\\nhe could not feed them all.\\nJ58", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nSo he left thcni, hcav^y-hcartcd^ and his fortune\\nwent to try\\nIn the low Maremma cotintry, where men gain\\nor where they die,\\nWith its soft and treacherous beauty, with its\\nfever-laden air\\nBut as yet the fever spared him, and they hoped\\nit yet would spare.\\nnr was a long and cruel winter in the home he\\nleft behind\\nLonely felt the house without him, and the young\\nw4fe moped and pined\\nStill her children s love sustained her, till this\\nsickness laid her low\\nWhen good Sister Marianna came to nurse her,\\nas you know.\\nWeek on week had hope been waning, as more\\nfeeble still she grew\\nMarianna tried, but vainly, every simple cure she\\nknew.\\nThen the doctor gave up hoping, and his long\\nattendance ceased\\n}59", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\n^^I can do no more/^ he told her; ^^you had\\nbetter call the priest.\\nTo her husband I have written he will have the\\nnews to-day\\nIf he cares again to see her, he had best be on\\nhis way\\nNow the priest has done his office at the open\\ndoor he stands,\\nAnd he says to Marianna I can leave her in\\nyour hands,\\nI have other work that calls me if to-night she\\nchance to die,\\nYou can say the prayers, good sister, for her\\nsoul as well as V*\\nSo they left her, all unaided, in the house forlorn\\nand sad.\\nStill to watch and think and labour with what\\nfailing strength she had.\\nThere was none to share her burden, none to\\nspeak to, none to see\\nSave a helpful boy of seven, and a restless one\\nof three,\\n160", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nAnd their little dark-eyed sister (she was five,\\nand came between),\\nAnd a baby, born that winter, which the father\\nhad not seen.\\nTwo days more I Her friend lay sleeping, and\\nshe watched beside the bed\\nIn her arms she rocked the baby, while the Latin\\nprayers she said,\\nPrayers to help a soul departing; yet she never\\nquite despaired I\\nMight not yet the Lord have pity, and that\\nmother^s life be spared?\\nT was so hard to see her going such a mother,\\nkind and dear I\\nThere was ne er another like her in the country,\\nfar or near I\\n(So thought Sister Marianna.) Yet to murmur\\nwere a sin.\\nBut her tears kept rising, rising, though she tried\\nto hold them in,\\nTill one fell and lay there shining, on the head\\nthat she caressed.\\nSmall and pretty, dark and downy, lying warm\\nagainst her breast,\\nn 161", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nShe was silent something moved her that had\\nneither place nor part\\nIn the grave and stately cadence of the prayers\\nshe knew by heart.\\nThen she spoke, with eyes dilated, with her soul\\nin every word.\\nAs to one she saw before her Thou hast\\nbeen a child, my Lord\\nThou hast Iain as small and speechless as this\\ninfant on my knees\\nThou hast stretched toward Thy Mother little\\nhelpless hands like these\\nThou hast known the wants of children, then\\nOh, listen to my plea.\\nFor one moment, Lord, remember what Thy\\nMother was to Thee I\\nThink, when all was dark around Thee, how\\nher love did Thee enfold\\nHow she tended, how she watched Thee how\\nshe wrapped Thee from the cold I\\nHow her gentle heart was beating, on that night\\nof tears and strife.\\nWhen the cruel guards pursued Thee, when\\nKing Herod sought Thy life I\\n162", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nHow her arms enclosed and hid Thee, through\\nthat midnight journey wild I\\nOh, for love of Thine own Mother, save the\\nmother of this child I\\nNow she paused and waited breathless for she\\nseemed to know and feel\\nThat the Lord was there, and listened to her\\npassionate appeal.\\nThen she bowed her head, all trembling but a\\nlight was in her eye.\\nFor her soul had heard the answer that young\\nmother would not die I\\nYes, the prayer of faith had saved her I And a\\nchange began that day\\nWhen she woke her breath was easy, and the\\npain had passed away.\\nSo the day that dawned so sadly had a bright\\nand hopeful close,\\nAnd a solemn, sweet thanksgiving from the\\nsister s heart arose.\\nNow the night had closed around them, and a\\nlonesome night it seemed I\\nJ63", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nFor the sky was black and starless^ and for hours\\nthe rain had streamed\\nAnd the ind and rain together made a wild\\nand mournful diii.\\nAs they beat on door and v.4ndow. madly strug-\\ngling to come in.\\nMarianna, faint and weary v.Sth the strain of\\nmany da)-^\\nOn the broad stone hearth was kneeling, wliile\\nshe set the fire abla;:e.\\nFor the poor lone soul she cared for v. ould, ere\\nmorning, need to eat.\\nNow, God help me/* s\u00c2\u00bbud the sister. tliis\\nnight s laboiir to complete\\n*T was a me*vl she knew would please her,\\nwliich she lovingly prepared.\\nOf that best aiid chosen portion, from the con-\\nvent table spared.\\nWhich she brought, as \\\\s as her habit, with much\\nother needed store,\\nLi the worn old -^-illow basket, standing near her\\non the floor.\\n)p4", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nOn her work was much depending, so she\\nplanned to do her best\\nAnd she set the earthen pitcher on the coals as\\nin a nest,\\nWith the embers laid around it; then she thought\\nagain, and cast\\nOn the pile a few gray ashes, that it might not\\nboil too fast.\\nBut the touch of sleep was on her, she was\\ndreaming while she planned.\\nAnd the wooden spoon kept falling from her limp\\nand listless hand.\\nThen she roused her, struggling bravely with\\nthis languor, which she viewed\\nAs a snare, a sore temptation, to be fought with\\nand subdued.\\nBut another fear assailed her what if she\\nshould faint or fall\\nAnd to-night the storm-swept cottage seems so\\nfar away from all I\\nHow the fitful wind is moaning I And between\\nthe gusts that blow,\\nShe can hear the torrent roaring, in the deep\\nravine below.\\ni65", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nAnd her head is achiiig strangely, as it never did\\nbefore\\nGood Lord, help me 1 she is saying this\\ncan last but little more I\\nmy blessed Lord and Master, only help mc\\ntlirough the night\\nOnly keep my eyes from closing till they see\\nthe morning light I\\nFor that mother and that baby do so weak and\\nhelpless lie,\\nAnd with only me to serve them, if I leave\\nthem, they may die I\\nShe is better yes, I know it, but a touch may\\nturn the saxlc\\n1 can send for help to-morrow, but to-night I\\nmust not fail I\\nT was in vain for sleep had conquered, and the\\nwords slie tried to say\\nFirst became a drowsy murmtir, then grew faint\\naiid died away.\\nAnd she slept as sleep the weary, heedless how\\nthe night went on.\\nWith her pitcher all untendcd, with her labour\\nall undone;\\nlb6", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nOn the wall her head reclming, iii the chimney s\\nempty space,\\nWhile the firelight flared and flickered on her pale\\nand peaceful face.\\nWas her humble prayer unanswered Oh, the\\nLord has many a way\\nThat His children little think of, to send answers\\nwhen they pray I\\nIt was long she sat there sleeping do you think\\nher work was spoiled\\nNo, the fir-wood fire kept burning, and the\\npitcher gently boiled\\nNe er a taint of smoke had touched it, nor one\\nprecious drop been spilt\\nWhen she moved and looked around her, with a\\nsudden sense of guilt.\\nBut her eyes, when first they opened, saw a\\nvision, strange and sweet.\\nFor a little Child was standing on the hearth-\\nstone at her feet.\\nAnd He seemed no earthly infant, for His robe\\nwas like the snow.\\nAnd a glory shone about Him that was not the\\nfirelight glow.\\n167", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nAnd Himself her work was doing For He kept\\nthe fire alive,\\nAnd He watched the earthen pitcher, that no\\ndanger might arrive\\nTo the simple meal, now ready, with the coals\\naround it piled\\nThen He turned His face toward her, and she\\nknew the Holy Child.\\nT was her Lord who stood before her And\\nshe did not slirink nor start\\nThere was more of joy than wonder in her all-\\nbelieving heart.\\nWhen her willing hands were weary, when her\\npatient eyes were dosed.\\nHe had finished all she failed in, He had watched\\nwhile she reposed.\\nDo you ask of His appearance Human words\\nare weak and cold\\n*T is enough to say she knew Him that is all\\nshe ever told.\\nYes, as you and I will know Him when that\\nhappy day shall come,\\nWhen, if we on earth have loved Him, He will\\nbid us welcome home", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nBut with that one look He left her, and the vision\\nall had passed,\\n(Though the peace it left within her to her dying\\nhour would last I)\\nStorm had ceased, and wind was silent, there\\nwas no more sound of rain.\\nAnd the morning star was shining through the\\nwindow s broken pane.\\nLater, when the sun was rising, Marianna looked\\nto see.\\nO er the stretch of rain-washed country, what\\nthe day was like to be.\\nWhile the door she softly opened, letting in the\\nmorning breeze,\\nAs it shook the drops by thousands from the\\nwet and shining trees.\\nAnd she saw the sky like crystal, for the clouds\\nhad rolled away.\\nThough they lay along the valleys, in their folds\\nof misty grey.\\nOr to mountain sides were dinging^ tattered\\nrelics of the storm.\\nAnd among the trees below her she could see a\\nmoving form j69", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nT was the husband home returning, yes, thank\\nGod he came at last\\nThere was no one else would hasten up that\\nmountain road so fast.\\nNow the drooping boughs concealed him, now\\nhe came in sight again;\\nAll night long had he been walking in the dark-\\nness, in the rain\\nThrough the miles of ghostly forest, through the\\nvillages asleep.\\nHe had borne his burden bravely, till he reached\\nthat hillside steep;\\nAnd as yet he seemed not weary, for his spring-\\ning step was light.\\nBut his face looked worn and haggard with the\\nanguish of the night.\\nNow his limbs began to tremble, and he walked\\nwith laboured breath.\\nFor he saw his home before him, should he find\\nthere life or death\\nHow his heart grew faint within him as he\\nneared the wished-for place I\\nOne step more, his feet had gained it, they were\\nstanding face to face.\\n170", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nGod has helped us was her answer to the\\nquestion in his eye;\\nAnd her smile of comfort told him that the dan-\\nger had gone by.\\nIt was morning now, fair morning! and the\\nbroken sunlight fell\\nThrough the boughs that crossed above her,\\nwhere the buds began to swell,\\nAs adown the sloping pathway, that her feet so\\noft had pressed.\\nWent the Sister Marianna to her convent home\\nto rest.\\nIt was spring that breathed around her, for the\\nwinter strove no more.\\nAnd the snowdrifts all had vanished with the\\nrain the night before.\\nNow a bee would flit beside her, as she lightly\\nmoved along;\\nOr a bird among the branches tried a few low\\nnotes of song.\\nBut her heart had music sweeter than the bird-\\nnotes in her ears\\nShe was leaving joy behind her in that home of\\nmany tears jyi", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "SUORA MARIANNA\\nHope was there, and health returning; there\\nwere happy voice and smile,\\nFor the father at his coming had brought plenty\\nfor a while.\\nAnd she knew with whom she left them, for\\nherself His care had proved,\\nWhen her mortal eyes were opened, and she saw\\nthe face she loved,\\nOn that night of storm and trouble, when to help\\nher He had come.\\nAs He helped His own dear Mother in their\\nhumble earthly home.\\nAs she went the day grew warmer; sweeter\\ncame the wild bird^s call\\nThen, what made her start and linger T was\\na perfume, that was all\\nFaint, but yet enough to tell her that the violets\\nwere in bloom\\nAnd she turned aside to seek them, for that pic-\\nture in her room.\\n172", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "Cbc Lupins\\nJ73", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "THE simple story of The Lupins is very com-\\nmonly known among the country people, who\\noften quote it as a remedy for discontent.\\n174", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "Cbe Lupins\\nT* WAS a day in late November,\\nJL When the fruits were gathered in\\nDay to dream in, and remember\\nAll the beauty that had been.\\nPeacefully the year was dying;\\nSoft the air, and deep the blue\\nBrown and bare the fields were lying,\\nWhere the summer harvest grew.\\nAutumn flowers had bloomed and seeded\\nYet a few of humblest kind.\\nWaiting till they most were needed.\\nBrought the pleasant days to mind.\\nHere and there a red-tipped daisy\\nStill its small bright face would show\\nWhile above the distance hazy\\nRose the mountains, white with snow.\\nJ75", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "THE LUPINS\\nWith a light subdued and tender,\\nShone the sun on vale and hill,\\nWhere the faded autumn splendour\\nLeft a sober sweetness still.\\nBy a road that wandered, winding,\\nFar among the hills away,\\nWalked a man, despondent, finding\\nLittle comfort in the day.\\nPale of tint and fine of feature.\\nFormed with less of strength than grace.\\nSeldom went a sadder creature.\\nSeeking work from place to place.\\nHe from noble race descended.\\nHeir to wealth and honoured name.\\nWho had oft the poor befriended\\nWhen about his door they came.\\nBy a brother^s evil doing\\nHad to poverty been brought\\nNow his listless way pursuing.\\nEver on the past he thought.\\nI To", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "THE LUPINS\\nHe, to hope no longer clinging,\\nDriftedt led he knew not where.\\nBy a sound of far-off singing\\nFloating in the dreamy air,\\nMany voices sweetly blending,\\nSounding o^er the hills remote.\\nEvery verse the same, and ending\\nIn one plaintive, long-drawn note.\\nOlive gatherers, I know them.\\nSinging songs from tree to tree\\nIf the road will lead me to them.\\nThere arc food and work for me/\\nHe a humble meal was making.\\nWhile he warmed him in the sun\\nFrom his pocket slowly taking\\nYellow lupins, one by one.\\nMost forlorn he felt and lonely.\\nWhile he ate them on the way\\nFor those lupins, and they only.\\nWere his food for all the day.\\n12 177", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "THE LUPINS\\nSince to shame his brother brought him^\\nWant had often pressed him sore\\nYet misfortune never brought him\\nQuite so low as this before I\\nIf my lot be hard and painful,\\nThere *s one comfort still for me\\n(Said he, with a smile disdainful,)\\nPoorer, I can never be.\\nThere s no lower step to stand on,\\nNo more burning shame to feel\\nNot a crust to lay my hand on.\\nOnly lupins for a meal I\\nHe could see the laden table\\nWhere his parents used to dine\\nWell for them who were not able\\nThen the future to divine.\\nOh, but he was glad God took them\\nEre they saw him fall so low\\nHow their cherished hope forsook them.\\nThey had never lived to know.\\nJ78", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "THE LUPINS\\n\\\\f so dearly loved and cared for,\\nI, on whom such hopes were built,\\nWhom such blessings were prepared for\\nRuined by a brother^s guilt I\\nNow he wrung his hands despairing,\\nStamped his foot upon the ground\\nBitter thoughts his heart were tearing,\\nWhen he heard a footstep sound.\\nThen he started, sobered quickly.\\nTook an attitude sedate.\\nWith that terror, faint and sickly,\\nWhich he often felt of late.\\nWhat if some old friend should find him\\nBut he turned, the story tells.\\nAnd he saw a man behind him.\\nPicking up the lupin shells\\nPicking up the shells and eating\\nWhat the other cast away.\\nNow abashed, their eyes were meeting\\n*T was a beggar, worn and gray,\\nJ79", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "THE LUPINS\\nHollow-eyed and thin and wasted\\nBy his look you might suppose,\\nHe had ne er a morsel tasted\\nSince the sun that morning rose.\\nStood the younger man astonished,\\nAnd no more bewailed his fate\\nOnly bowed his head, admonished\\nBy the sight of want so great.\\nThen he said Come here, my brother.\\nAnd the lupins we will share\\nMaybe, if we help each other,\\nGod will have us in His care/*\\nThank the Lord and you, kind master\\nMay He help you in your need\\nSave your soul from all disaster\\nAnd remember your good deed\\nSaid the beggar, smiling brightly.\\nAnd the other thus replied,\\nNow content, and walking lightly\\nBy his poorer neighbour s side,\\n}80", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "THE LUPINS\\nFriend, you have a blessing brought me,\\nAnd I thank you in my turn,\\nFor a lesson you have taught me\\nWhich I needed much to Iearn\u00c2\u00ab\\nAnd henceforth will I endeavour\\nNot to pine for fortune high,\\nBut remember there is ever\\nSome one lower down than I.\\nBut alas, when I was younger.\\nWealth and honoured state were mine\\nShame, my friend, is worse than hunger\\n*T is for this that I repine/*\\nThen the beggar rose up stately.\\nLooked the other in the face.\\nSaying (for he wondered greatly),\\nPoverty is no disgrace\\nFor our Lord, I think, was poorer\\nOnce than you or even I,\\nAnd His poor of Heaven are surer\\nThan the rich who pass them by/*\\nJ8J", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "THE LUPINS\\nSo the two went on together,\\nCasting on the Lord their care,\\nHappy in the balmy weather,\\nHappy in their simple fare.\\nNow an ancient olive o^er them\\nThrew its slender lines of shade.\\nBending low its boughs before them.\\nSilver-leafed that cannot fade\\nBearing fruit in winter season,\\nStill through every change the same\\nTree of peace they had good reason\\nWho have called it by that name I\\nAnd with that the story leaves them\\nYou can end it as you please:\\nGain that cheers, or loss that grieves them,\\nLife of toil, or life of ease.\\nDid some fortune unexpected\\nGive to one his wealth again?\\nOr did both, forlorn, neglected.\\nEnd their days in want and pain\\nt82", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "THE LUPINS\\nMany years have they been dwelling\\nWhere such trifles of the way\\nAre not counted worth the telling I\\nBoth are with the Lord to-day.\\nHe in whom their souls confided\\nDid for both a home prepare\\nYet that humble meal divided\\nGives a blessing even there.\\n183", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "Zhc Silver Cross\\n185", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "THE story of St. Caterina of Siena and her Silver\\nCross is one of her many visions, recorded by\\nher confessor.\\n1 6", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "Cbc Silver Cross\\nTHROUGH the streets of old Siena, at the\\ndawning of the day.\\nWent the holy Caterina, as the bells began to\\nsound\\nWith the light of peace celestial in her eyes of\\nolive gray,\\nFor her soul was with the angels, while her feet\\nwere on the ground.\\nShe was fair as any lily, with as delicate a grace;\\nAnd the air of early morning had just tinged her\\ncheek with rose\\nYet one hardly thought of beauty in that pale,\\nillumined face.\\nThat the souls in trouble turned to, finding com-\\nfort and repose.\\nAnd the men their heads uncovered, though they\\ndared not speak her praise,\\nWhen they saw her like a vision down the nar-\\nrow street descend\\n187", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "THE SILVER CROSS\\nAnd they wondered what she looked at, with\\nthat far-off dreamy gaze,\\nWhile her lips were often moving, as though\\ntalking to a friend.\\nThere were few abroad so early, and she scarcely\\nheard a sound.\\nSave the cooing of the pigeons, as about her feet\\nthey strayed,\\nOr the bell that sweetly called her to the church\\nwhere she was bound\\nWhile the palaces around her stood in silence\\nand in shade.\\nAnd the towers built for warfare rose about her,\\ndark and proud.\\nBut their summits caught a glory, as the morn-\\ning onward came,\\nAnd the summer sky beyond them was alight\\nwith fleecy cloud.\\nWhere the gray of dawn was changing, first to\\nrose and then to flame.\\nJ 88", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "THE SILVER CROSS\\nBy a shrine of the Madonna, at a comer where\\nshe passed,\\nStood a stranger leaning on it, as though weary\\nand forlorn.\\nWith a bundle slung behind him and a cloak\\nabout him cast\\nFor he shivered in the freshness of the pleasant\\nsummer morn.\\nSaid the stranger, Will you help me and\\nshe looked on him and knew.\\nBy his hand that trembled feebly as he held it\\nout for aid,\\nBy his eyes that were so heavy, and his lips of\\nashen hue.\\nThat the terrible Maremma had its curse upon\\nhim laid.\\nSo she listened to his story, that was pitiful to\\nhear.\\nOf a widowed mother waiting on the mountain\\nfor her son\\nJ89", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "THE SILVER CROSS\\nHow to help her he had laboured till the sum-\\nmer time drew near,\\nAnd of how the fever took him just before his\\nwork was done.\\nHe was young and he was hopeful, and the smile\\nbegan to come\\nIn his eyes, as though they thanked her for the\\npity she bestowed.\\nAnd he said: I shall recover if I reach my\\nmountain home.\\nAnd if some good Christian people will but help\\nme on the road.\\nFor I go to Casentino, where the air is pure\\nand fine.\\nBut my strength too often fails me, and the place\\nis far away\\nSo I pray you give me something, for a little\\nbread and wine.\\nThat I may not set out fasting on my weary\\nwalk to-day/*\\nJ90", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "THE SILVER CROSS\\nThen a certain faint confusion with her pity\\nseemed to blend,\\nAnd her face, so sweet and saintly, showed the\\nshadow of a cloud,\\nAs she said: I am no lady, though you call me\\nso, my friend.\\nBut a poor Domenicana who to poverty am\\nvowed.\\nI can give a prayer to help you on your journey,\\nnothing more.\\nFor these garments I am wearing are the sister-\\nhood^s, not mine,\\nAnd the very bread they gave me when I left\\nthe convent door\\nTo a beggar by the wayside I this morning did\\nconsign.\\nI would give you all you ask for if I had it to\\ncommand.**\\nThen she sighed and would have left him, but\\nthe stranger made her stay.\\nm", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "THE SILVER CROSS\\nFor he held her by the mantle, with his cold and\\nwasted hand\\nFor the love of Christ, my lady, do not send\\nme thus awayT\\nHe had used the name unthinking, but it moved\\nher none the less.\\nAnd she turned again toward him, with a\\nsoftened, solemn air.\\nWhile her hand began to wander up and down\\nher simple dress.\\nAs though vaguely it were seeking for some\\ntrifle she could spare.\\nThen the rosary she lifted that was hanging at\\nher waist.\\nAnd its silver cross unfastened, which was small\\nand very old.\\nWith the edges worn and rounded and the image\\nhalf effaced.\\nYet she loved it more than lady ever loved a\\ncross of gold.\\nJ92", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "THE SILVER CROSS\\nIt had been her life companion^ in the tempest, in\\nthe calm\\nShe had held it to her bosom when she prayed\\nwith troubled mind\\nAnd she kissed it very gently, as she laid it in\\nhis palm,\\nFor the love of Christ, then, take it; tis the\\nonly thing I find/*\\nSo he thanked her and departed, and she thought\\nof him no more,\\nSave to ask the Lord to help him, when that day\\nin church she prayed\\nBut the cross of Caterina on his heart the stranger\\nwore.\\nAnd her presence unforgotten like a blessing with\\nhim stayed.\\nNow the city life is stirring, and the streets are\\nin the sun.\\nAnd the bells ring out their music o er the busy\\ntown again,\\n13 193", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "THE SILVER CROSS\\nAs the people slowly scatter from the church\\nwhere Mass is done\\nBut the blessed Caterina in her seat did still\\nremain.\\nFor the sleep divine was on her, which so often\\nto her came,\\nWhen of mortal life the shadow from around her\\nseemed to fall\\nAnd she looked on things celestial with her\\nhappy soul aflame\\nBut that day the dream that held her was the\\nsweetest of them all.\\nFor the Lord appeared in glory, and he seemed\\nto her to stand\\nIn a chamber filled with treasures such as eye\\nhad never seen\\nAnd a cross of wondrous beauty He was hold-\\ning in His hand.\\nSet with every stone most precious and with\\npearls of light serene.\\nJ94", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "THE SILVER CROSS\\nAnd He told her that those treasures were the\\npresents He received\\nFrom the souls on earth who love Him, and are\\nseeking Him to please.\\nWere they deeds of noble service that was what\\nshe first believed.\\nAnd she thought, What happy people who can\\nbring Him gifts like these\\nFor herself could offer nothing, and she sighed\\nto think how far\\nFrom the best she ever gave him were the gems\\nin that bright store.\\nBut He held the cross toward her, that was\\nshining like a star.\\nAnd He bade her look and tell Him had she seen\\nit e*er before.\\nNo,** she answered humbly, never did my\\neyes the like behold.\\nBut a flood of sudden sweetness came upon her\\nlike a wave,\\nJ95", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "THE SILVER CROSS\\nFor she saw among the jewels and the work of\\nbeaten gold\\nWas the little Cross of Silver that for love of\\nChrist she gave.\\nAnd I think her dream that morning was a mes-\\nsage from above,\\nThat a proof of deepest meaning we might learn\\nand understand,\\nThough our very best be worthless that we\\ngive for Jesus love,\\nIt will change and turn to glory when He takes\\nit in His hand.\\n196", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "Vhc Xlears of Repentance\\n197", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE I found in a\\nbook called Maravigtie di Dio ne Saoi Santi, by the\\nJesuit Father, Padre Carlo Gregorio Rosignoli, printed\\nat Bologna in 1696, He says it was written originally\\nby Theophiltis Raynaudus*\\nJ98", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "Cbe Cears of Repentance\\nPart First\\nTHE MOUNTAIN\\nA WILD, sad story I tell to-day,\\nAnd I pray you to listen all\\nYou cannot think how my heart is moved\\nAs the legend I recall,\\nThe legend that made me weep so oft,\\nWhen I was a child like you I\\nI tell it now, in my lifers decline.\\nAnd it brings the tears anew.\\nIt came to us down through ages long\\nFor this story had its scene\\nIn the far-away, gorgeous, stormy days\\nOf the empire Byzantine.\\nAnd it tells of a famous mountain chief,\\nA terrible, fierce brigand.\\nWho ravaged the country, far and wide.\\nAt the head of an armed band.\\n199", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nSo hard of heart was this evil man\\nThat he spared not young nor old\\nHe killed and plundered, and burned and spoiled,\\nIn his maddening thirst for gold;\\nWould come with a swoop on a merchant troop,\\nThat peacefully went its way.\\nAnd the counted gains of a journey long\\nWere scattered in one short day\\nHe knew no pity, he owned no law.\\nNor human, nor yet divine\\nWould take the gold from a Prince s chest.\\nOr the lamp from a wayside shrine.\\nIn hidden valley, in wild ravine,\\nOn desolate, heath-grown hill.\\nHe buried his treasure away from sight.\\nAnd most of it lies there still.\\nAnd none were free in that land to dwell.\\nExcept they a tribute paid\\nFor the robber chief, who was more than king.\\nHad this burden on them laid.\\n200", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nIf any dared to resist the claim,\\nHe was met with vengeance dire\\nHis lands were wasted before the dawn.\\nAnd his harvest burned with fire.\\nAnd some day maybe himself was slain,\\nAnd left in the road to lie\\nTo fill with terror the quaking heart\\nOf the next who journeyed by.\\nAnd many fled to the towns afar,\\nAnd their fields were left untilled\\nWhile want and trouble and trembling fear\\nHad the stricken country filled.\\nHigh up on a mountain s pathless side\\nHad the robber made his den.\\nIn a rocky cave, where he reigned supreme\\nOver twenty lawless men.\\nA price had long on his head been set.\\nBut for that he little cared\\nFor few were they who could climb the way,\\nAnd fewer were those who dared.\\n201", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nFor those who hunted him long before\\nHad a fearful story brought\\nThey were not men on the mountain side,\\nBut demons who with them fought I\\nFor horrible forms arose, they said,\\nAs if from the earth they grew\\nAnd rolled down rocks from the cliffs above\\nOn any who might pursue.\\nFrom town to town and from land to land.\\nHad his evil fame been spread\\nAnd voices lowered and lips grew grave\\nWhen the hated name they said.\\nThe peopIe*s heart had grown faint with fear,\\nAnd they thought no hope remained\\nBut hope again on their vision dawned.\\nWhen the Emperor s ear they gained.\\nMauritius reigned o er the nations then\\nHe was great in warlike fame.\\nAnd he was not one to shrink or quake\\nAt a mountain bandit s name.\\n202", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nHe sent a band of a hundred strong\\nFor the troubled land^s release,\\nTo kill the man and his bloody crew,\\nAnd to give the country peace.\\nFor what was a robber chief to him\\nHe had conquered mighty kings\\nHe gave the order, and then t was done.\\nAnd he thought of other things.\\nBut few, alas, of that troop returned.\\nAnd they told a ghostly tale\\nAnd women wept, and the strongest men.\\nAs they heard, grew mute and pale.\\nThose soldiers oft in the war had been.\\nAnd they counted danger light\\nFrom mortal foe had they never turned.\\nBut with demons who could fight\\nThe Emperor silent was and grave,\\nFor his thoughts were deep and wise\\nHe saw that the robber chief was one\\nWhom he could not well despise.\\n203", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nThere might be reason in what they said,\\nThat the demons gave him aid,\\nAnd earthly weapon would ne^er be found\\nThat could make such foes afraid.\\nBut yet they will flee from sacred things,\\nAnd the martyred saints, he knew.\\nHave holy virtue, that to them clings.\\nThat can all their spells undo.\\nBut how could such weapon reach the soul\\nThat for years had owned their sway\\nA question grave that he pondered long\\nBut at length he found a way.\\nA reliquary he made prepare\\nIt was all of finest gold\\nFor as monarch might with monarch treat.\\nHe would serve this bandit bold.\\nThe gold was his, but the work he gave\\nTo the skilled and patient hand\\nOf an artist monk, who counted then\\nFor the first in all the land.\\n204", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nNow see him close to his labour bent,\\nIn a cell remote and high,\\nWhere all he saw of the world without\\nWas a square of roof and sky.\\nA holy man was this artist monk,\\nAnd for gain he did not ask,\\nIf only the Lord his work would bless,\\nFor his heart was in the task.\\nAnd day by day from his touch came forth\\nThe image of holy things\\nThe cross was there, and the clustered vine,\\nAnd the dove with outspread wings,\\nThe dove that bore in her golden beak\\nThe olive in sign of peace,\\nAnd still, as he wrought, his hand kept time\\nTo the prayer that would not cease\\nFor pity stirred in him when he thought\\nOf that dark and stormy breast.\\nSo hard, so hopeless, from God so far,\\nWhere the little shrine would rest.\\n205", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nAnd perhaps if angels were looking on,\\n(And I doubt not some were there!)\\nThey saw that the work was sown with pearls,\\nAnd each pearl a burning prayer.\\nSo weeks went on, and the shrine was done.\\nAnd within it, sealed and closed.\\nWere holy relics of martyred saints\\nWho near in the church reposed.\\nAnd trusted messengers bore it forth\\nTo the distant mountain land\\nWith such a weapon they need not fear\\nThey could meet the famed brigand.\\n*Twas winter now on the mountain-side,\\nAnd the way was long and hard.\\nAs the faithful envoys upward toiled\\nIn their bandit escort s guard,\\nToiled up to a grove of ancient firs.\\nFor that was the place designed.\\nWhere, after parley and long delay,\\nHad the meeting been combined.\\n206", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nNo sound but their feet that crushed the snow,\\nAnd the world looked sad and dead\\nThey thought of lives on the mountain lost,\\nAnd it was not much they said.\\nThe sun, as it shone with slanting ray\\nThrough the stripped and silent trees.\\nCould melt but little the clinging ice\\nWhich to-night again would freeze.\\nThey reached the grove, and the chief was there.\\nLike a king in savage state;\\nErect and fearless, above them all.\\nWhile his men around him wait.\\nHe stood before them like what he was,\\nA terrible beast of prey\\nBut even tigers have something grand.\\nAnd he looked as grand as they.\\nBut, oh, the look that he on them turned I\\nIt was fearful to behold\\nIt chilled their hearts, but they did not shrink.\\nFor their faith had made them bold.\\n207", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nAnd looking straight in those gloomy eyes,\\nWith their hard and cruel glare,\\nWe come/ said one, in the Emperor s name,\\nAnd from him a token bear/\\nThen said the chief, with a mocking smile,\\nAnd what may my Lord command\\nAnd made a sign with his evil eye.\\nFor the men on guard to stand.\\nNo faith had he in a tale so wild.\\nAnd he somewhat feared a snare;\\nThere might be others in hiding near,\\nBut he did not greatly care.\\nThen forth came he who the relics bore,\\nT was a prudent man and brave,\\nAnd into the hand that all men feared.\\nHe the holy token gave.\\nThis gift to you has the Emperor sent,\\nIn token of his good will,\\nHe said and at first the fierce brigand\\nStood in wonder, hushed and still.\\n208", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nWhat felt he then as that holy thing\\nIn his guilty hand he took\\nWhat changed his face for a mementos time\\nTo an almost human look\\nfv There lay the shrine in his open palm,\\nI Yet he thought it could not be\\nFor me he asked, but his voice was strange.\\nAnd again he said, for me\\nThree times the messenger told his tale.\\nAnd he said ^t was all he knew\\nThe bandit looked at the wondrous work,\\nAnd he could not doubt *t was true.\\nSo over his neck the chain he hung.\\nThe shrine on his bosom lay\\nWith all its weakh of a thousand prayers\\nAnd they were not cast away.\\nDay followed day in the bandit s cave.\\nAnd a restless man was he\\nA heart so hard and so proud as his\\nWith the saints could ill agree.\\n14 209", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nThe holy relics that on it lay\\nDid a strange confusion make\\nIn all that most he had loved before,\\nHe could no more pleasure take.\\nA charm there was in the golden shrine\\nThat had all his soul possessed\\nHe sat and looked at each sacred sign\\nWith a dreamy sense of rest,\\n*T was not the gold that could soothe him thus,\\nAnd ^t was not the work so fine\\n*T was the holy soul of the artist monk,\\nFor it lived in every line.\\nLike one who sleeps when the day begins,\\nAnd, before his slumbers end,\\nThe morning light and the morning sounds\\nWith his dreaming fancies blend\\nSo now and then would his heart be stirred\\nBy a feeling strange and new.\\nAnd thoughts he never had known before\\nIn his mind unconscious grew.\\n210", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nTill on a sudden his blinding pride,\\nLike a bubble, failed and broke\\nWith eyes wide open, the guilty man\\nFrom his life-long dream awoke.\\nFrom graves forgotten his crimes came forth,\\nIn his face they seemed to stare\\nTo all one day will such waking come\\nGod grant it be here, not there.\\nThen wild remorse on his heart took hold.\\nAnd beneath its burning sting\\nHe shrank from himself as one might shrink\\nFrom a venomous, hateful thing.\\nFor scenes of blood from the years gone by\\nForever before him came\\nHe closed his eyes, and his face he hid.\\nBut he saw them just the same.\\nAnd in the horror he dared not pray.\\nFor he felt his soul accurst.\\nAnd he feared to live, and he feared to die.\\nAnd he knew not which was worst.\\n2U", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nYet far on high, and beyond his reach,\\nHe could see a vision dim,\\nA far-off glory of peace and love\\nBut he felt *t was not for him.\\nAwhile his trouble he hid from all,\\nFor his will was iron strong.\\nBut never was man, since man was made.\\nWho could bear such torment long.\\nA strange, sick longing was growing up\\nIn his spirit, day by day,\\nA longing for what he most had feared,\\nTo let justice have her way\\nUntil the will to a purpose grew.\\nTo the Emperor^s feet to fly.\\nTo own his sin without prayer or plea.\\nAnd then give up all and die.\\nAnd so one night, without sound or word.\\nAway in the dark he stole.\\nAnd all that he took for his journey long\\nWas the weight of a burdened soul.\\n212", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nThey waited long in that den of crime.\\nBut they saw their chief no more\\nOr dead or living, they found him not.\\nThough they searched the mountain o er.\\nAnd in the country, so long oppressed.\\nWhen his sudden flight was known.\\nThey spoke of a wild and fearful night.\\nWhen the fiends had claimed their own.\\nAnd soon the tale to a legend turned.\\nAnd men trembling used to tell\\nOf how they carried him, body and soul.\\nTo the place where demons dwell.\\nHis men, so bold, were in mortal fear\\nOf what might themselves befall\\nSo some in a convent refuge sought.\\nAnd the rest were scattered all.\\nAnd no one climbed to their empty cave.\\nFor *t was called a haunted place,\\nThough soon the summer had swept away\\nOf its horror every trace.\\n2J3", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nAnd mountain strawberries nestled low,\\nAnd delicate harebells hung,\\nIn beauty meek, from its broken arch,\\nWhere the swallows reared their young.\\nBut where had he gone, that man of woe\\nHad he found the rest he sought\\nIn haste he went, but with noiseless tread,\\nAs his bandit life had taught.\\nAnd going downward he met the spring.\\nWith its mingled sun and showers\\nBut storms of winter he bore within.\\nAnd he did not see the flowers.\\nAnd how did he live from day to day.\\nAnd the ceaseless strain endure\\nKind hearts there are that can feel for all.\\nAnd the poor will help the poor.\\nIn frightened pity, a shepherd girl,\\nAs she fled o^er the daisied grass,\\nWould let the bread from her apron fall\\nOn the turf where he should pass\\n214", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nOr workmen, eating their noonday meal\\nOn a bank beside the way,\\nWould give him food, but with outstretched arm.\\nAnd they asked him not to stay.\\nHe went like a shadow taken shape\\nFrom some vague and awful dream.\\nAnd word of comfort for him was none.\\nIn his misery so extreme.\\nAlas, from himself he could not flee.\\nThough he tried, poor haunted man\\nAnd he reached the city beside the sea.\\nAs the Holy Week began.\\\\/\\n215", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nPart Second\\nT WAS Sunday morn, and a hundred bells\\nX With their sweet and saintly sound\\nWere calling the people in to prayer\\nFrom the pleasant hills around,\\nThe morn when strivings should end in peace,\\nAnd each wrong forgotten be,\\nThat Holy Week may its blessing shed\\nUpon souls from discord free.\\nThe streets were bright with a moving throng,\\nAnd before the palace gate,\\nWith eager eyes and in garments gay,\\nDid a crowd expectant wait.\\nFor the Emperor goes in solemn state.\\nWith his court, like all the rest.\\nTo the church with many lamps ablaze.\\nWhere to-day the palms are blest.\\n2\\\\6", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nAnd stately ladies and timid girls,\\nIn their modest plain attire,\\nFrom curtained windows are looking down,\\nAnd the shifting scene admire.\\nThey come, they come, from the cool deep shade\\nOf the courtyard^s marble arch,\\nThe nobles all in their rich array.\\nAnd the guards with sounding march.\\nAnd stay, the square is as still as death,\\nFor the Emperor passes now\\nThe girls at the window hold their breath.\\nAnd the people bend and bow.\\nBut who is this that among them moves\\nWith that quick and stately pace\\nWhat see they all in his rigid look.\\nThat they shrink and give him place\\nToo late the guards would have barred the way.\\nFor he darted swiftly by.\\nAs hunted creatures, when hard beset.\\nTo man in their terror fly.\\n217", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nAnd sinking low at the feet of him\\nHe had come so far to see,\\nHe waited silent with folded hands,\\nNor asked what his fate should be.\\nWho are you, come in such deep distress,\\nAnd what is the grace you seek\\nThe Emperor s voice was grave and kind,\\nAnd the stranger tried to speak.\\nThe golden casket he raised in sight.\\nWhile he bent his eyes for shame\\nThen said he, I am that wicked man,\\nAnd he told the dreaded name.\\nA shudder fell upon all who heard.\\nBut the people nearer drew\\nFrom mouth to mouth, in a whisper low,\\nThe name of the bandit flew.\\nWhile he, uplifting those woful eyes.\\nIn the boldness of despair,\\nWith ne er a thought of the crowd who heard.\\nHis errand did thus declare\\n2J8", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nI come not here to confess my sins,\\nFor you know them all too well\\nMy crimes are many and black and great,\\nThey are more than tongue can tell.\\nBut here at your feet my life I lay,\\nI have nothing else to give\\nSo now, if it please you, speak the word.\\nFor I am not fit to live.\\nThe words came straight from his broken heart\\nIn such sad and simple style.\\nThat the Emperor s firm, proud lips were moved\\nTo a somewhat softened smile.\\nFor his warlike spirit felt the charm\\nOf that savage strength and grace.\\nAnd the strange fierce beauty that lingered still\\nIn the dark and troubled face.\\nSo grand of form and so lithe of limb,\\nAnd still in his manhood s prime,\\nT would be a pity for one like him\\nTo perish before his time.\\n219", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nAnd ^t was well to see him kneeling there,\\nWhose terror had filled the land.\\nLike a captive tiger, caught and tamed\\nBy his own imperial hand.\\nArise,** he said, you have nought to fear.\\nTake comfort and go your way.\\nAnd may God in heaven my sins forgive,\\nAs I pardon yours to-day/*\\nA murmur rose from the. crowded square.\\nAt the sound of words like these\\nFor some rejoiced in the mercy shown.\\nAnd others it did not please.\\nSome thanked the Lord for the pardoned man.\\nAnd some were to scorn inclined\\nAnd motherly women wiped their eyes.\\nFor the women*s hearts are kind.\\nGod bless our Emperor,** many said\\nBut others began to frown.\\nAnd asked, Will he turn this wild brigand\\nAdrift in our peaceful town\\n220", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nNo word of thanks did the bandit say.\\nBut he raised one shining fold\\nOf the robe imperial, trailing low\\nWith its weight of gems and gold.\\nThe border first to his lips he pressed,\\nAnd then to his heavy heart\\nThen rose and waited with bended head.\\nTill he saw them all depart.\\nNo eye had he for the gorgeous train,.\\nAs along the square it passed\\nOne stately presence was all he knew.\\nAnd he watched it till the last.\\nA heavy sigh, and he turned away.\\nBut with slow and weary tread\\nNo rest as yet on the earth for him.\\nNot even among the dead.\\nHe lived, and he bore his burden still.\\nBut the dumb despair had ceased\\nThat word of mercy had brought a change.\\nAnd he now had tears, at least\\n221", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nHe now could pray, though it brought not light,\\nAnd he seemed to ask in vain,\\nAnd his prayer had more of tears than words,\\nBut it helped him bear the pain.\\nAnd oft in church did they see him kneel\\nIn some corner all alone.\\nAnd weep till the great hot drops would fall\\nOn the floor of varied stone.\\nAnd children clung to their mothers* hand.\\nWhen they saw that vision wild,\\nThat haggard face, and that wasting form,\\nAnd those lips that never smiled.\\nBut grief was wearing his life away.\\nAnd for him perhaps *t was well\\nIt was not long on the city street\\nThat his saddening shadow fell.\\nA fever slowly within him burned.\\nTill the springs of life were dry.\\nAnd glad he was when they laid him down\\nOn a hospital bed to die.\\n222", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nHis heart was broken, his strength was gone,\\nHe had no more wish to live\\nHe almost hoped that the Lord on high,\\nLike the Emperor, might forgive;\\nThat somewhere down in the peaceful earth\\nHe should find a refuge yet,\\nA place to rest and his eyes to close.\\nAnd the woful past forget.\\nHe could not lie where the others lay,\\nFor such gloom around him spread.\\nThat soon in a chamber far away\\nHad they set his friendless bed,\\n*T was there he suffered and wept and prayed,\\nFrom the eyes of all concealed\\nAlas but it takes a weary time\\nFor a life like his to yield*\\nThe grand old hospital where he died\\nWas beneath the watchful care\\nOf a certain doctor, famed afar\\nFor his skill and learning rare.\\n223", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nBut more than learning and more than skill\\nWas his heart, so large and kind,\\nThat knew the trouble and felt the needs\\nOf the sick who near him pined.\\nWith conscience pure had he served the Lord\\nFrom youth till his hair was grey.\\nYet only pity he felt, not scorn.\\nFor the many feet that stray.\\nIn troubled scenes had his life been passed\\nHe was used to woe and sin.\\nAnd when men suffered he did not ask\\nIf their lives had blameless been.\\nHis part was but to relieve their pain.\\nAnd he helped and soothed and cheered\\nBut most he cared for the stricken man\\nWhom the others shunned and feared.\\nEach art to save him he tried in vain.\\nAnd it could but useless prove.\\nFor the poisoned thorn that pierced his heart\\nCould no earthly hand remove.\\n224", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nWhen hope had failed, he would kneel and pray,\\nAnd his heart with tears outpour,\\nThat God in mercy would comfort send\\nTo that soul in torment sore.\\nAnd though the burden he might not lift,\\nHe could help its weight to bear\\nHe talked of mercy, of peace to come.\\nAnd he bade him not despair.\\nAnd so, on the last sad night of all,\\n*T was the brave, good doctor came\\nTo watch alone by the bandit s side.\\nWhen he died of grief and shame.\\nThe spring to summer was wearing on,\\nT was the fairest night in May,\\nWhen sleep to those eyes in mercy came.\\nAnd the deadly strain gave way.\\nNo candle burned, for the moon was full.\\nAnd the peaceful splendour fell\\nThrough the open window, lighting all\\nIt was like a kind farewell.\\nJ5 225", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nAnd scents from the garden floated in,\\nAnd the silent fireflies came,\\nAnd breathed and vanished, and breathed again,\\nWith their soft mysterious flame.\\nThe doctor watched with a heavy heart.\\nHis head on his hand was bowed\\nHe thought how many his prayers had been,\\nBut they could not lift the cloud.\\n*T was over now, there was nothing left\\nFor his pitying love to do\\nThe worn-out body would rest at last.\\nBut the guilty soul, who knew\\nNo more to do but to watch and wait\\nTill the failing breath should cease\\nHe longed, as the counted minutes flew.\\nFor one parting smile of peace.\\nHe looked a handkerchief veiled the eyes.\\nFor they wept until the end,\\nAnd sadly still on the wasted cheek\\nDid a few slow drops descend.\\n226", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nThe peace that oft to the dying comes\\nWas to him as yet denied,\\nNo sunset lear after stormy day.\\nAnd no brightening ere he died.\\nAlas he will go away to-night.\\nAnd without one hopeful sign,\\nAway from pity, away from care.\\nAnd from such poor help as mine I\\nThe 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relief.\\nAnd one on the bowed and burdened head\\nDid a hand in blessing lay.\\nAnd he said, Poor soul, come home with us.\\nWhere the tears are wiped away.**\\nNot so,** cried one of the demon troop,\\nHe is black with every sin\\nAnd you may not touch our lawful prey\\nThat we laboured years to win.\\n228", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nWc bought his soul, and the price we paid,\\nAnd our part has well been done\\nWe helped him ever from crime to crime,\\nTill his buried wealth was won\\nAnd we almost thought him one of us.\\nHe had so well learned our ways;\\nSo go, for we do but seek our own,\\nAnd be done with these delays/\\nThe angel said, He has wept his sin.\\nAs none ever wept before.\\nHas mourned till his very life gave way,\\nAnd what could a man do more\\nAnd our Blessed Lord, who pities all.\\nAnd the sins of all has borne.\\nWill never His mercy turn away\\nFrom a heart so bruised and torn/\\nBut how and shall mercy be for him\\nWho has mercy never shown\\nGin his sorrow bring the dead to life.\\nOr can tears for blood atone\\n229", "height": "2833", "width": "1818", "jp2-path": "hiddenservantsot00alex_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "THE TEARS OF REPENTANCE\\nIs he to rest with the angels now,\\nHas he done with tears and pain\\nTo-morrow morn he will wish he lay-\\nOn the hospital bed again\\nThere is somewhat more to weep for down\\nIn the place where he must stay I\\nThe demon looked at his fiendish mates;\\nAnd he laughed, and so did they.\\nAnd they gathered close, like hungry wolves,\\nIn their haste to rend and tear\\nBut they could not touch the helpless head\\nWhile that strong white hand was there.\\nThen out of the shadow one came forth,\\nT was a demon great and tall\\nAn iron balance he held on high,\\nAs he stood before them all.\\nAnd fiercely he to the angels called,\\nDo you dare to claim him still\\nThen come, for the scales are in 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