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!
