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 As in the thronged and the lighted ways, so in the dark and the desert they stand, Wary and watchful all their days that their brethren's days may be long in the land.

Raise ye the stone or cleave the wood to make a path more fair or flat; Lo, it is black already with blood some Son of Martha spilled for that! Not as a ladder from earth to Heaven, not as a witness to any creed, But simple service simply given to his own kind In their common need.

And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessèd—they know the angels are on their side. They know in them is the Grace confessed, and for them are the Mercies multiplied. They sit at the Feet—they hear the Word—they see how truly the Promise runs. They have cast their burden upon the Lord, and—the Lord He lays it on Martha's Sons!

HEN I was King and a Mason—a Master proven and skilled— I cleared me ground for a Palace such as a King should build. I decreed and dug down to my levels. Presently, under the silt, I came on the wreck of a Palace such as a King had built.