He gave him wine that the Pope had sent
For some great day of the Sacrament;
And looking up, behold, at his side
Was bending also the Crucified!
He had come at last to the lonesome place,
And standing there with a courteous grace,
Threw sainted light on the friar’s face.
And then the Master said: “My son,
My children on my errands run;
And when you flung the psalter by