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PRAYING FOR SHOES.
A TRUE INCIDENT.
On a dark November morning,
A lady walked slowly down
The thronged, tumultuous thoroughfare
Of an ancient seaport town.
A lady walked slowly down
The thronged, tumultuous thoroughfare
Of an ancient seaport town.
Of a winning and gracious beauty,
The peace on her pure young face
Was soft as the gleam of an angel's dream
In the calms of a heavenly place.
The peace on her pure young face
Was soft as the gleam of an angel's dream
In the calms of a heavenly place.
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Her eyes were fountains of pity,
And the sensitive mouth expressed
A longing to set the kind thoughts free
In music that filled her breast.
And the sensitive mouth expressed
A longing to set the kind thoughts free
In music that filled her breast.
She met, by a bright shop-window,
An urchin timid and thin,
Who, with limbs that shook and a yearning look,
Was mistily glancing in
An urchin timid and thin,
Who, with limbs that shook and a yearning look,
Was mistily glancing in
At the rows and varied clusters
Of slippers and shoes outspread;
Some shimmering keen, some of sombre sheen,
Some purple and green and red.
Of slippers and shoes outspread;
Some shimmering keen, some of sombre sheen,
Some purple and green and red.
His pale lips moved and murmured,
But of what she could not hear;
And oft on his folded hands would fall
The round of a bitter tear.
But of what she could not hear;
And oft on his folded hands would fall
The round of a bitter tear.
“What troubles you, child?” she asked him,
In a voice like the May-wind sweet.
He turned, and while pointing dolefully
To his naked and bleeding feet,—
In a voice like the May-wind sweet.
He turned, and while pointing dolefully
To his naked and bleeding feet,—
“I was praying for shoes,” he answered,
“(Just look at the splendid show!)
I was praying to God for a single pair,
The sharp stones hurt me so!”
“(Just look at the splendid show!)
I was praying to God for a single pair,
The sharp stones hurt me so!”
She led him, in museful silence,
At once through the open door;
And his hope grew bright, like a fairy light
That flickered and danced before.
At once through the open door;
And his hope grew bright, like a fairy light
That flickered and danced before.
And there he was washed and tended,
And his small brown feet were shod;
And he pondered there on his childish prayer
And the marvellous answer of God.
And his small brown feet were shod;
And he pondered there on his childish prayer
And the marvellous answer of God.
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Above them his keen gaze wandered,
How strangely from shop and shelf,
Till it almost seemed that he fondly dreamed
Of looking on God himself.
How strangely from shop and shelf,
Till it almost seemed that he fondly dreamed
Of looking on God himself.
The lady bent over and whispered,—
“Are you happier now, my lad?”
He started, and all his soul flashed forth
In a gratitude swift and glad.
“Are you happier now, my lad?”
He started, and all his soul flashed forth
In a gratitude swift and glad.
“Happy? Oh, yes! I am happy!”
Then (wonder with reverence rife,
His eyes aglow, and his voice sunk low),
“Please tell me! Are you God's wife?”
Then (wonder with reverence rife,
His eyes aglow, and his voice sunk low),
“Please tell me! Are you God's wife?”
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