The Monk was preaching: strong his earnest word,
From the abundance of his heart he spoke,
And the flame spread,—in every soul that heard
Sorrow and love and good resolve awoke:—
The poor lay Brother, ignorant and old,
Thanked God that he had heard such words of gold.
II
“Still let the glory, Lord, be thine alone,”—
So prayed the Monk, his heart absorbed in praise:
“Thine be the glory: if my hands have sown