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Show TWO PREACHERS. A great man preached to brilliant throngs. Where incense rose in cathedrals dim; His voice was as sweet as well-loved songs, And men were wild in their praise of him. But never a burdened heart had wept Its tale of woe at the Preacher's feet; O'er the light of his glory shadows crept. For he knew that his work was Incomplete. Incom-plete. But the world knew naught of a man who preached In an humble church, to an humble few: Ho had no power save the love that reached From his own great heart to the hearts he knew. And many a toil-worn hand he pressed. That groped to him from the darkest woei Ah! Many a wayward, one he blessed, And he knew the peace that the faith . Jul know. The first man preached that his words mi-ht live When his bones were white 'neath the churchyard sod; The other gave what he had to give To the living men and he preached for God. Lucv Gertrude Kelley, in Catholic World. |