But heart did speak to heart, an unseen chord
In Love’s own scale did sweetly rise and fall;
Nor questioned she, but meekly answered “Lord!”
To-night some household counts a vacant chair,
But far on high Christ portions the reward,
A hundred-fold for each poor human care.
CHRIST THE COMRADE
By Padraic Colum
Christ, by Thine own darkened hour
Live within my heart and brain!