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Yet this word the Master said,
Long ago and far away,
Silent and forgotten lay
Sea-like, tawny billows heaping
Over ancient cities sleeping ;
Rolls its autumn flood of red,
There the word the Master said, Written on a frail papyrus, scorched by fire,
wrinkled, torn, Hidden in God's hand, was waiting for its
Hear the Master's risen word!
Delving spades have set it free,
Wake! the world has need of thee, -
Brooding o'er the toiling age,
By the music of the Word;
labourer's cry; "Raise the stone, and thou shalt find Me; cleave the
wood, and there am I."
TISTEN, ye who look for Jesus, long to see
Him close to you, To a legend of this saying ; how one tried, and
found it true.
Born in Egypt, 'neath the shadow of the crum
bling gods of night, He forsook the ancient darkness, turned his
young heart toward the Light.
Felix was the name they gave him, when his
faith was first confessed ; But the name was unavailing, for his life was
Seeking Christ, in vain he waited for the vision
of the Lord; Vainly pondered all the volumes where the
creeds of men were stored ;
Vainly shut himself in silence, keeping vigil
night and day; Vainly haunted shrines and churches where
the Christians came to pray.
One by one he dropped the duties of the com
mon life of care ; Broke the human ties that bound him; laid his
spirit waste and bare ;
Hoping that the Lord would enter to that
empty dwelling-place, And reward the loss of all things with the
vision of His face.
Still the blessed vision tarried; still the light
was unrevealed ; Still the Master, dim and distant, kept His
Fainter grew the hope of finding, wearier grew
the fruitless quest; Prayer, and penitence, and fasting gave no
comfort, brought no rest.
In the darkness of the temple, ere the lamp of
faith went out, Felix knelt before the altar – lonely, sad, and
full of doubt.
“ Hear me, O thou mighty Master," from the
altar-step he cried, “Let my one desire be granted, let my hope
be satisfied !
“Only once I long to see thee, in the fulness of
Thy grace : Break the clouds that now enfold Thee, with
the sunrise of Thy face !
" All that men desire and treasure have I
counted loss for Thee; Every task have I forsaken, save this one
my Lord to see.
“ Loosed the sacred bands of friendship, soli.
tary stands my heart; Thou shalt be my sole companion when I see
Thee as Thou art.