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Show MARY AND THE MASTER. There in the morning, on the old worn ways Xew-risen from the sacrament of.dcath He looked toward Olivet with tender gaze; Old things of the heart came back from other days The happy homely shop in Nazareth; The noonday shadow of a wayside tree That had befriended him in Galilee; Sweet talks in Bethany by the chimney stone. And night-long lingeringtalks with John alone. And then He thought of all the weary men He would have gathered as a mother hen Gathers her brood under her wings at night And then He saw the ages in one flight,' And heard as a great sea All of the griefs that had been and must be. . . . As He stood looking on the endless sky, Over the Garden went a sobbing crj. He turned, and saw where the tall almonds are His Mary of Magdnla, wildly pale, Fast-fleeting down the trail. And suddenly His face was like a star! He spoke; she knew a blaze of happy tears; Then "Master!" . . . and the word rings down the years ! Edwin Markham. |