In Church
“And now to God the Father,” he ends,And his voice thrills up to the topmost tiles:Each listener chokes as he bows and bends,And emotion pervades the crowded aisles.Then the preacher glides to the vestry-door,And shuts it, and thinks he is seen no more.
The door swings softly ajar meanwhile,And a pupil of his in the Bible class,Who adores him as one without gloss or guile,Sees her idol stand with a satisfied smileAnd re-enact at the vestry-glassEach pulpit gesture in deft dumb-showThat had moved the congregation so.
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