October 29

They took knowledge of them, that they had been with Jesus.

OUTSIDE the Church's western door I lingered by the way,

I heard no sound of Sanctus bell, the chant had died away,

And round the porch the acolytes were merry in their play,

Yet knew I by the incensed air

Here had been voice of prayer.

So, dearest Lord, be all my life breathed round about by Thee,

When at Thy feet a little while I have knelt blessedly,

That those who meet me by the way may rather feel than see

"If God be prayed to anywhere,

This soul hath been in prayer."

COURAGE AND JOY