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58 Thus I saw the gate of Glory Open wide, and just within Saw my hostess, clad in garments Such as earth could never spin,

Full of wonder as an angel Held a starry circlet out, Pointing to the jewels shining All the golden crown about: &quot; Not so many stars, O angel! Not so bright my risen crest! I could do for Him so little When I sought to do my best.&quot;

Then the silver speech of heaven In my dream I plainly heard, While the angel round the circle Told each star with loving word: &quot;This, O true and faithful servant, Is the token of thy prayer, Crowning alms you gave the soldier, Who you thought would never care.

&quot;This, the word of pity spoken To the outcast at your door; This, thy whisper to the tempted, Bridging times of weakness o'er; This, the good word fitly spoken For thine erring Christian friend; This, thy patience under trial; This, thy faith firm to the end.&quot;