Saw, too, an angel bending by our lady at the board,
Pouring with courteous gesture from a flagon of red wine,
Then fading in the brightness of the firelight’s dancing shine.”
She heard in glad amaze: he wins God’s favor unawares
Who, self-forgot in brother love, a brother’s burden bears.
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And this seven centuries ago. And now her sainted feet
Are on the fields of Paradise, making its old paths sweet.
And there she has her fill of love where the Friendly City is,
Her warm hands white with labor in God’s busy palaces.