Should he slight his radiant guest,
Slight his visitant celestial,
For a crowd of ragged, bestial
Beggars at the convent gate?
Would the Vision there remain?
Would the Vision come again?
A voice within bade him go and feed the hungry in the road outside,
Do thy duty; that is best
Leave unto thy Lord the rest.
He went; and when he returned he found to his delight that the Vision was still there.