The Hidden Servants and Other Very Old Stories
“ Before he felt there was some one there!He looked, and saw in the sun-lit airAn angel, floating on wings of white;Nor did he wonder at such a sight:For angels often had come to cheerHis soul, and he thought them always near.Happy and humble, he bowed his head,And listened, while thus the angel said:"Go to the nearest town, and there,To-morrow, will be in the market squareA mountebank, playing his tricks for show:He is the man thou hast prayed to know;His soul, as seen by the light divine,Is neither better nor worse than thine. ”
