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THE monastery towers as pure and fair	A
As virgin vows reached up white hands to Heaven	B
The walls to guard the hidden heart of prayer	A
Were strong as sin and white as sin forgiven	B
And there came holy men by world's woe driven	B
And all about the gold green meadows lay	C
Flower decked like children dear that keep May holiday	C
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'Here ' said the Abbot 'let us spend our days	D
Days sweetened by the lilies of pure prayer	A
Hung with white garlands of the rose of praise	D
And lest the World should enter with her snare	A
Enter and laugh and take us unaware	A
With her red rose her purple and her gold	E
Choose we a stranger's hand the porter's keys to hold '	-
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They chose a beggar from the world outside	F
To keep their worldward door for them and he	G
Filled with a humble and adoring pride	F
Built up a wall of proud humility	G
Between the monastery's sanctity	G
And the poor foolish humble folk who came	H
To ask for love and care in the dear Saviour's name	H
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For when the poor crept to the guarded gate	I
To ask for succour when the tired asked rest	J
When weary souls bereft and desolate	K
Craved comfort when the murmur of the oppressed	J
Surged round the grove where prayer had made her nest	J
The porter bade such take their griefs away	C
And at some other door their bane and burden lay	C
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'For this ' he said 'is the white house of prayer	A
Where day and night the holy voices rise	L
Through the chill trouble of our earthly air	A
And enter at the gate of Paradise	M
Trample no more our flower fields in such wise	L
Nor crave the alms of our deep laden bough	N
The prayers of holy men are alms enough I trow '	-
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So seeing that no sick or sorrowing folk	O
Came ever to be healed or comforted	P
The Abbot to his brothers gladly spoke	O
'God has accepted our poor prayers ' he said	Q
'Over our land His answering smile is spread	Q
He has put forth His strong and loving hand	R
And sorrow and sin and pain have ceased in all the land	R
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'So make we yet more rich our hymns of praise	D
Warm we our prayers against our happy heart	S
Since God hath taken the gift of all our days	D
To make a spell that bids all wrong depart	S
Has turned our praise to balm for the world's smart	S
Fulfilled of prayer and praise be every hour	T
For God transfigures praise and transmutes prayer to power '	-
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So went the years The flowers blossomed now	N
Untrampled by the dusty weary feet	U
Unbroken hung the green and golden bough	N
For none came now to ask for fruit or meat	U
For ghostly food or common bread to eat	U
And dreaming praying the monks were satisfied	F
Till God remembering him the beggar porter died	F
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When they had covered up the foolish head	Q
And on the foolish loving heart heaped clay	C
'Which of us brothers now ' the Abbot said	Q
'Will face the world to keep the world away '	-
But all their hearts were hard with prayer and 'Nay '	-
They cried 'ah bid us not our prayers to leave	V
Ah father not to day for this is Easter Eve'	V
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And while they murmured to their midst there came	H
A beggar saying 'Brothers peace be still	W
I am your Brother in our Father's name	H
And I will be your porter if ye will	W
Guarding your gate with what I have of skill'	W
So all they welcomed him and closed the door	X
And gat them gladly back unto their prayers once more	X
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But lo no sooner did the prayer arise	L
A golden flame athwart the chancel dim	Y
Then came the porter crying 'Haste arise	L
A sick old man waits you to tend on him	Y
And many wait a knight whose wound gapes grim	Y
A red stained man with red sins to confess	Z
A mother pale who brings her child for you to bless'	Z
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The brothers hastened to the gate and there	A
With unaccustomed hand and voice they tried	F
To ease the body's pain the spirit's care	A
But ere the task was done the porter cried	F
'Behold the Lord sets your gate open wide	F
For here be starving folk who must be fed	Q
And little ones that cry for love and daily bread '	-
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And with each slow foot hour came ever a throng	A2
Of piteous wanderers sinful folk and sad	B2
And still the brothers ministered but long	A2
The day seemed with no prayer to make them glad	B2
No holy meditative joys they had	B2
No moment's brooding place could poor prayer find	C2
Mid all those heart to heal and all those wounds to bind	C2
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And when the crowded sunlit day at last	D2
Left the field lonely with its trampled flowers	Z
Into the chapel's peace the brothers passed	D2
To quell the memory of those hurrying hours	Z
'Our holy time ' they said 'once more is ours	Z
Come let us pay our debt of prayer and praise	Z
Forgetting in God's light the darkness of man's ways '	-
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But ere their voices reached the first psalm's end	E2
They heard a new strange rustling round their house	Z
Then came the porter 'Here comes many a friend	E2
Pushing aside your budding orchard boughs	Z
Come brothers justify your holy vows	Z
Here be God's patient poor four footed things	Z
Seek healing at God's well whence loving kindness springs '	-
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Then cried the Abbot in a vexed amaze	Z
'Our brethren we must aid if 'tis God's will	W
But the wild creatures of the forest ways	Z
Himself God heals with His Almighty skill	W
And charity is good and love but still	W
God shall not look in vain for the white prayers	Z
We send on silver feet to climb the starry stairs	Z
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'For of all worthy things prayer has most worth	F2
It rises like sweet incense up to heaven	B
And from God's hand falls back upon the earth	F2
Being of heavenly bread the accepted leaven	B
Through prayer is virtue saved and sin forgiven	B
In prayer the impulse and the force are found	G2
That bring in purple and gold the fruitful seasons round	G2
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'For prayer comes down from heaven in the sun	B
That giveth life and joy to all things made	H2
Prayer falls in rain to make broad rivers run	B
And quickens the seeds in earth's brown bosom laid	H2
By prayer the red hung branch is earthward weighed	H2
By prayer the barn grows full and full the fold	E
For by man's prayer God works his wonders manifold '	-
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The porter seemed to bow to the reproof	V
But when the echo of the night's last prayer	A
Died in the mystery of the vaulted roof	V
A whispered memory in the hallowed air	A
The Abbot turned to find him standing there	A
'Brother ' he said 'I have healed the woodland things	Z
And they go happy and whole blessing Love's ministerings	Z
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'And having healed them I shall crave your leave	V
To leave you for to night I journey far	I2
But I have kept your gate this Easter Eve	V
And now your house to heaven shines like a star	I2
To show the Angels where God's children are	I2
And in this day your house has served God more	X
Than in the praise and prayer of all its years before	X
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'Yet I must leave you though I fain would stay	C
For there are other gates I go to keep	J2
Of houses round whose walls long day by day	C
Shut out of hope and love poor sinners weep	J2
Barred folds that keep out God's poor wandering sheep	J2
I must teach these that gates where God comes in	K2
Must not be shut at all to pain or want or sin	K2
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'The voice of prayer is very soft and weak	L2
And sorrow and sin have voices very strong	A2
Prayer is not heard in heaven when those twain speak	L2
The voice of prayer faints in the voice of wrong	A2
By the just man endured oh Lord how long	A2
If ye would have your prayers in heaven be heard	M2
Look that wrong clamour not with too intense a word	M2
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'But when true love is shed on want and sin	K2
Their cry is changed and grows to such a voice	Z
As clamours sweetly at heaven to be let in	K2
Such sound as makes the saints in heaven rejoice	Z
Pure gold of prayer purged of the vain alloys	Z
Of idleness that is the sound most dear	N2
Of all the earthly sounds God leans from heaven to hear	O2
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'Oh brother I must leave thee and for me	G
The work is heavy and the burden great	I
Thine be this charge I lay upon thee See	G
That never again stands barred thy abbey gate	I
Look that God's poor be not left desolate	K
Ah me that chidden my shepherds needs must b	G

Edith Nesbit

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