Insolvent

Extract

Too well we know the hundredfold safe stored; Must all our gifts be given for final gain?

We Godward run, uneas&d of love’s pain, Hot-foot pursued by pitiless reward.

Ah, veil awhile Thine eyes, too loving Lord,

Still watching, like a smiling mother fain T o thank the baby stumbling in her train For stalkless daisies from the dappled ward.

Tenderly mirthful with a mirth divine,

Comes speedy answer, kind as a caress :

‘If I should veil Mine eyes, what sun would shine? Beauty and colour on the light must wait.

I am the worth of all thy worthlessness,

Thy Way and thy Reward exceeding great.’

Sister Mary Benvenuta, O.P.