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Rh :Wondering thereat, the preacher spake again, “God give thee happy life.” The old man smiled, “I never am unhappy.”

Tauler laid His hand upon the stranger’s coarse gray sleeve: “Tell me, O father, what thy strange words mean. Surely man’s days are evil, and his life Sad as the grave it leads to.” “Nay, my son, Our times are in God’s hands, and all our days Are as our needs; for shadow as for sun, For cold as heat, for want as wealth, alike Our thanks are due, since that is best which is; And that which is not, sharing not His life, Is evil only as devoid of good. And for the happiness of which I spake, I find it in submission to His will, And calm trust in the holy Trinity Of Knowledge, Goodness, and Almighty Power.”


 * Silently wondering, for a little space,

Stood the great preacher; then he spake as one Who, suddenly grappling with a haunting thought Which long has followed, whispering through the dark Strange terrors, drags it, shrieking, into light: “What if God’s will consign thee hence to Hell?”


 * “Then,” said the stranger, cheerily, “be it so.

What Hell may be I know not; this I know,— I cannot lose the presence of the Lord. One arm, Humility, takes hold upon His dear humanity; the other, Love, Clasps his Divinity. So where I go He goes; and better fire-walled Hell with Him Than golden-gated Paradise without.”


 * Tears sprang in Tauler’s eyes. A sudden light,

Like the first ray which fell on chaos, clove Apart the shadow wherein he had walked Darkly at noon. And, as the strange old man Went his slow way, until his silver hair Set like the white moon where the hills of vine Slope to the Rhine, he bowed his head and said: “My prayer is answered. God hath sent the man Long sought, to teach me, by his simple trust, Wisdom the weary schoolmen never knew.”


 * So, entering with a changed and cheerful step

The city gates, he saw, far down the street, A mighty shadow break the light of noon, Which tracing backward till its airy lines Hardened to stony plinths, he raised his eyes O’er broad façade and lofty pediment, O’er architrave and frieze and sainted niche, Up the stone lace-work chiselled by the wise Erwin of Steinbach, dizzily up to where In the noon-brightness the great Minster’s tower, Jewelled with sunbeams on its mural crown, Rose like a visible prayer. “Behold!” he said, “The stranger’s faith made plain before mine eyes. As yonder tower outstretches to the earth The dark triangle of its shade alone When the clear day is shining on its top, So, darkness in the pathway of Man’s life Is but the shadow of God’s providence, By the great Sun of Wisdom cast thereon; And what is dark below is light in Heaven.”

, upwelling prayers of faith,
 * From inmost founts of life ye start,—

The spirit’s pulse, the vital breath
 * Of soul and heart!

From pastoral toil, from traffic’s din,
 * Alone, in crowds, at home, abroad,

Unheard of man, ye enter in
 * The ear of God.

Ye brook no forced and measured tasks,
 * Nor weary rote, nor formal chains;