Miracle, and Other Poems

<h2 id="id00259" style="margin-top: 4em">SAINTS</h2> <p id="id00260">The Saints of Thy great Church, 0 Christ,<br/> How vast their numbers be—<br/> On holy page and ancient scroll<br/> Their blessed names we see,<br/> And from the painted window panes<br/> They smile eternally.<br/></p> <p id="id00261">Rope-girdled monk, and pallid maid,<br/> And men who for Thy cross<br/> Fought with the Saracen of old,<br/> Counting their lives no loss—<br/> Martyrs who rose through golden flames,<br/> Free of the body's dross.<br/></p> <p id="id00262">Yet there be Saints uncanonised,<br/> Unrecognised, unknown—<br/> Here on the common roads of earth,<br/> Oft times they walk alone;<br/> Saints whom no soul hath ever praised,<br/> Saints whom no Church doth own.<br/></p> <p id="id00263">Men who against their souls' grim foes<br/> Wage an unyielding fight;<br/> Men of new creeds, and men of old,<br/> Men of dark hue, and white,<br/> Each pressing hard towards some far gleam<br/> Of Thy celestial light.<br/></p> <p id="id00264">Dwellers in places waste and lone,<br/> Toilers upon the seas—<br/> Mayhap they seldom pray high heaven.<br/> Softly—on bended knees—<br/> Yet in the roll-call of Thy Saints,<br/> Dear Christ—remember these.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />