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It pleased the Lord of Angels praise His name	A
To hear one day report from those who came	A
With pitying sorrow or exultant joy	B
To tell of earthly tasks in His employ	B
For some were sorry when they saw how slow	C
The stream of heavenly love on earth must flow	C
And some were glad because their eyes had seen	D
Along its banks fresh flowers and living green	D
So at a certain hour before the throne	E
The youngest angel Asmiel stood alone	E
Nor glad nor sad but full of earnest thought	F
And thus his tidings to the Master brought	F
Lord in the city Lupon I have found	G
Three servants of thy holy name renowned	G
Above their fellows One is very wise	H
With thoughts that ever range above the skies	H
And one is gifted with the golden speech	I
That makes men glad to hear when he will teach	I
And one with no rare gift or grace endued	J
Has won the people's love by doing good	K
With three such saints Lupon is trebly blest	L
But Lord I fain would know which loves Thee best	L
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Then spake the Lord of Angels to whose look	M
The hearts of all are like an open book	M
In every soul the secret thought I read	N
And well I know who loves me best indeed	O
But every life has pages vacant still	P
Whereon a man may write the thing he will	P
Therefore I read in silence day by day	Q
And wait for hearts untaught to learn my way	Q
But thou shalt go to Lupon to the three	R
Who serve me there and take this word from me	R
Tell each of them his Master bids him go	C
Alone to Spiran's huts across the snow	C
There he shall find a certain task for me	R
But what I do not tell to them nor thee	R
Give thou the message make my word the test	L
And crown for me the one who answers best	L
Silent the angel stood with folded hands	S
To take the imprint of his Lord's commands	S
Then drew one breath obedient and elate	T
And passed the self same hour through Lupon's gate	T
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First to the Temple door he made his way	Q
And there because it was an holy day	Q
He saw the folk by thousands thronging stirred	U
By ardent thirst to hear the preacher's word	U
Then while the echoes murmured Bernol's name	A
Through aisles that hushed behind him Bernol came	A
Strung to the keenest pitch of conscious might	V
With lips prepared and firm and eyes alight	V
One moment at the pulpit steps he knelt	W
In silent prayer and on his shoulder felt	W
The angel's hand The Master bids thee go	C
Alone to Spiran's huts across the snow	C
To serve Him there Then Bernol's hidden face	X
Went white as death and for about the space	X
Of ten slow heart beats there was no reply	Y
Till Bernol looked around and whispered WHY	Y
But answer to his question came there none	Z
The angel sighed and with a sigh was gone	A2
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Within the humble house where Malvin spent	B2
His studious years on holy things intent	B2
Sweet stillness reigned and there the angel found	G
The saintly sage immersed in thought profound	G
Weaving with patient toil and willing care	C2
A web of wisdom wonderful and fair	C2
A seamless robe for Truth's great bridal meet	D2
And needing but one thread to be complete	D2
Then Asmiel touched his hand and broke the thread	N
Of fine spun thought and very gently said	N
The One of whom thou thinkest bids thee go	C
Alone to Spiran's huts across the snow	C
To serve Him there With sorrow and surprise	H
Malvin looked up reluctance in his eyes	H
The broken thought the strangeness of the call	E2
The perilous passage of the mountain wall	E2
The solitary journey and the length	F2
Of ways unknown too great for his frail strength	F2
Appalled him With a doubtful brow	G2
He scanned the doubtful task and muttered HOW	G2
But Asmiel answered as he turned to go	C
With cold disheartened voice I do not know	C
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Now as he went with fading hope to seek	H2
The third and last to whom God bade him speak	H2
Scarce twenty steps away whom should he meet	D2
But Fermor hurrying cheerful down the street	D2
With ready heart that faced his work like play	Q
And joyed to find it greater every day	Q
The angel stopped him with uplifted hand	I2
And gave without delay his Lord's command	I2
He whom thou servest here would have thee go	C
Alone to Spiran's huts across the snow	C
To serve Him there Ere Asmiel breathed again	J2
The eager answer leaped to meet him WHEN	J2
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The angel's face with inward joy grew bright	V
And all his figure glowed with heavenly light	V
He took the golden circlet from his brow	G2
And gave the crown to Fermor answering Now	G2
For thou hast met the Master's bidden test	L
And I have found the man who loves Him best	L
Not thine nor mine to question or reply	Y
When He commands us asking 'how ' or 'why '	-
He knows the cause His ways are wise and just	K2
Who serves the King must serve with perfect trust	K2

Henry Van Dyke

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