Matt. xviii. 3.
Where
is the school for each and all,
Where
men become as children small,
And
little ones are
great?
Where
love is all the task and rule,
The
fee our all, and all at school,
Small,
poor, of low
estate?
Where
to unlearn all things I learn,
From
self and from all others turn,
One
Master hear and
see?
I
learn and do one thing alone,
And
wholly give myself to One
Who
gives Himself to
me.
My
task, possessing nought, to give;
No
life to have, yet ever live--
And
ever losing,
gain;
To
follow, knowing not the way;
If
He shall call, to answer, "Yea--
All
hail all shame and
pain!"
Where
silent in His Holy Place
I
look enraptured on His Face
In
glory
undefiled;
And
know the heaven of His kiss,
The
doing nought, the simple bliss
Of
being but a
child.
Where
find the school, to men unknown,
Where
time and place are past and gone,
The
hour is ever
NOW?
O
soul! thou needest ask no more;
God
tells thee of His open door:
Still,
hearken
thou!
G. T. S.
