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THE ALTAR OF THE RIGHTEOUSNESS
From the heaven of a child's glad sleep to the heaven of
the sight of her eyes
He woke, and brightened and hearkened, and kindled as
stars that rise.
And forth they fared together to die for the stranger's sake,
For the souls of the slayers that should slay them, and
turn from their sins, and wake.
And the light of the love that lit them awhile on a brief
blind quest
Shines yet on the tear-lit smile that salutes them, belated
and blest.
And the girl, full-grown to the stature of godhead in
womanhood, spake
The word that sweetens and lightens her creed for her
great love's sake.
From the godlike heart of Theresa the prayer above all
prayers heard,
The cry as of God made woman, a sweet blind wonderful
word,
