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Rh “Thy prayers and alms have risen, and bloom
 * Sweetly among the flowers of heaven.

I am The Wonderful, through whom
 * Whate’er thou askest shall be given.”

He spake and vanished. Gregory fell
 * With his twelve guests in mute accord

Prone on their faces, knowing well
 * Their eyes of flesh had seen the Lord.

The old-time legend is not vain;
 * Nor vain thy art, Verona’s Paul,

Telling it o’er and o’er again
 * On gray Vicenza’s frescoed wall.

Still wheresoever pity shares
 * Its bread with sorrow, want, and sin,

And love the beggar’s feast prepares,
 * The uninvited Guest comes in.

Unheard, because our ears are dull,
 * Unseen, because our eyes are dim,

He walks our earth, The Wonderful,
 * And all good deeds are done to Him.