THE UNSEEN PREACHER.
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But in the chancel's solemn shade,
She saw a glamour sweet.
"Beloved!" said she, "was it you
Fled by with flashing feet;
"Across the holy desk and book,
Beside the holy man,
Swift as a thought, and silent as
Only the vanished can;
"Passed and stood listening, poisèd there,
All in a dream of light,
Paused to attend the sacred Word
As only a spirit might?
"As angels must, then, pity me,
So tempted and so blessed!
And teach me how, O loved and lost,
To go to Him for rest!
"Oh teach me how, when any world,
Or dark, or bright, or dim,
Containeth thee, to give my first,
My best of love to Him! "
