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There came a child into the solemn hall	A
where great Pope Innocent sat throned and heard	B
angry disputings on Free Will in man	C
Grace Purity and the Pelagian creed	D
an ignorantly bold poor child who stood	E
shewing his rags before the Pope's own eyes	F
and bade him come to shrive a beggar man	C
he found alone and dying in a shed	G
who sent him for the Pope not any else	H
but the Pope's self And Innocent arose	I
and hushed the mockers Surely I will go	J
servant of servants I So he went forth	K
to where the man lay sleeping into death	L
and blessed him Then with a last spurt of life	M
the dying man rose sitting Take he said	G
and placed a written scroll in the Pope's hand	N
and so fell back and died Thus said the scroll	O
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Alexius meanest servant of the Lord	P
son of Euphemianus senator	Q
and of Aglaia writes his history	R
God willing it which if God so shall will	S
shall be revealed when he is fallen asleep	T
Spirit of Truth Christ and all saints of Heaven	U
and Mary perfect dove of guilelessness	I
make his mind clear that he write utter truth	V
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That which I was all know that which I am	W
God knows not I if I stand near to Him	X
because I have not yielded or by curse	I
of recreant longings am to Him a wretch	Y
it needs Such grace to pardon but I know	J
that one day soon I dead shall see His face	I
with that great pity on it which is ours	I
who love Him and have striven and then rest	Z
that I shall look on Him and be content	A2
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For what I am in my last days to men	B2
'tis nothing scarce a name and even that	C2
known to be not my own a wayside wretch	Y
battening upon a rich lord's charity	R
and praying some say like the hypocrites	I
a wayside wretch who harboured for a night	D2
is harboured still and idle on the alms	I
prays day and night and night and day and fears	I
lest even praying he should suddenly	R
undo his prayer and perish and be great	E2
and rich and happy Jesu keep me Thine	F2
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Father and mother when ye hear of me	R
for I shall choose so sure a messenger	Q
whom God will shew me when ye hear these words	I
and Claudia whom I dead will dare count mine	F2
bidding her pray she be Christ's more than mine	F2
believe I loved you know it but beloved	G2
you never will know how much till at length	H2
God bids you know all things in the new life	M
Alas you have had little joy of me	R
beloved could I have given drops of blood	I2
in place of your shed tears the cruellest wounds	I
had been my perfect joys but both my love	J2
and your distress needs were my cross to bear	K2
Forgive me that you sorrowed And be glad	L2
because you sorrowed and your sorrow was	I
holy to God a sacrifice to Him	X
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Know now all men who read or hear my words	I
that I Alexius lived in much delights	I
of a dear home where they who looked on me	R
looked with a smile and where I did but smile	M2
to earn sweet praises as for some good deed	D
I was the sunlight to my mother's eyes	I
that waked their deepest blueness and warm glow	J
I was my father's joy ambition boast	N2
his hope and his fulfilment It may be	R
I grew too strong a link betwixt their hearts	I
and this poor world whose best gifts seemed to them	O2
destined for me grew when they looked on Heaven	U
a blur upon their sight too largely near	P2
as any trivial tiny shape held close	I
will make eclipse against the eye it fills	I
and so maybe for their sake not for mine	F2
God took me from them me their only son	U
for whom they prayed and trebled pious deeds	I
and took thought in this life	M
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I grew by them	O2
learning all meet for my estate on earth	Q2
but learning more what they taught more of God	R2
and loving most that learning And at times	I
even from childhood would my heart grow still	S
and seem to feel Him hear Him and I knew	S2
but not with ears a voice that spoke no words	I
yet called me And as ignorant children choose	I
I will be emperor when I am big	T2
my foolish wont was I will be a saint	U2
later when riper sense brought humbleness	I
I said When I am grown a man my lot	V2
Shall be with those who vow their lives to Christ	W2
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But when my father thought my words took shape	X2
of other than boy's prattle he grew grave	Y2
and answered me Alexius thou art young	Z2
and canst not judge of duties but know this	I
thine is to serve God living in the world	A3
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And still the days went on and still I felt	B3
the silent voice that called me then I said	G
My father now I am no more a child	C3
and I can know my heart give me to God	R2
but he replied God gives no son save thee	R
to keep our fathers' name alive and thus	I
He shews thy place and duty and with tears	I
my mother said God gives no child save thee	R
make me not childless And their words seemed God's	I
more than my heart's theirs who had rule on me	R
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But still my longing grew and still the voice	I
and they both answered Had God need of thee	R
to leave thy natural place none else can fill	S
there would be signs which none could doubt nor we	R
nor thou thyself And I received that word	B
knowing I doubted since they bade me doubt	D3
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And still the days went on and still the voice	I
and then my father said The bride is chosen	U
if thou wilt have her if not choose thyself	Y2
And more and more I prayed Give me to God	R2
and more and more they urged Whom gives He us	I
save thee to keep our name alive whom else	I
to stay us from a desolate old age	E3
and give us children prattling at our knees	I
and more and more they answered Shew to us	I
how He has called thee from thy certain path	F3
where He has set thy feet Wherefore I said	G
I will obey and will so serve my God	R2
as you have bidden me serve Him honouring you	S2
and they two blessed me and we were agreed	D
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And afterwards Euphemianus laughed	G3
He asks not of the bride but boy art pleased	H3
'tis thy fair playmate Claudia fair and good	E
I who asked not because I nothing cared	I3
was glad in afterthinking for the girl	J3
lad been my playmate and of later time	K3
knew her beauty with familiar eyes	I
and no more feared it than I feared the grace	I
of useless goddesses perfect in stone	L3
lingering dishonoured in unholy nooks	I
where comes no worship more so that I mused	M3
The damsel brings no perilous wedding gift	N3
of amorous unknown fetters for my soul	O
my soul shall still be spared me consecrate	E2
virgin to God until the better days	I
when I may live the life alone with Him	X
so was I comforted	O3
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But in the hour	Q
when all the rite was done and the new bride	P3
come to her home I sitting half apart	Q3
my mother took her fondly by the hand	N
and drew her lagging timidly to me	R
and spoke Look up my daughter look on him	X
Alexius shall I tell what I have guessed	Z
how this girl loves you Then she raised her head	G
a moment long and looked and I grew white	D2
and sank back sickly For I suddenly	R
knew that I might know that which men call love	Y2
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And through the tedious feast my mind was torn	R3
with reasonings and repentance For I said	G
But I may love her and kept marshalling forth	K
such scriptures as should seem to grant it me	R
then would an anguish hurl my fabric down	S3
while I discerned that he who has put hand	N
upon the plough must never turn again	B2
to take the joyaunce granted easy lives	I
And bye and bye I stole away and went	A2
half conscious through the darkling garden groves	I
amid the evening silence till I came	T3
to a small lonely chapel little used	M3
left open by I know not what new chance	I
where there was patterned out in polished stones	I
Peter denying Christ I hastened in	U3
and threw me on the floor and would have prayed	V3
but in a rush of tears I fell asleep	T
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And there I dreamed meseemed the easy years	I
had slipped along and I sat pleased and proud	W3
among my ruddy children and I held	X3
my wife's smooth hand who but so much had changed	Y3
as to grow	J

Augusta Davies Webster

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