To sit amid the fragrance there Of shavings from the sundered wood And listen to his simple words, His loving counselings of good; To walk with him a rugged way In sunny noon or singing shower, And drink deep drafts of living Truth— To talk with him a golden hour; To hearken to his parable Of countryside, of olive tree; To rest with him beside the road In his divine tranquillity; To pass with him such yesterdays Were sacred privilege unpriced; But ah, what greater gift to-day To deeply know the risen Christ!
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