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THE MONK IN THE KITCHEN

I

Order is a lovely thing;

On disarray it lays its wing,
Teaching simplicity to sing.
It has a meek and lowly grace,
Quiet as a nun's face.

Lo-I will have thee in this place!
Tranquil well of deep delight,

All things that shine through thee appear
As stones through water, sweetly clear.
Thou clarity,

That with angelic charity

Revealest beauty where thou art,
Spread thyself like a clean pool.
Then all the things that in thee are,
Shall seem more spiritual and fair,
Reflection from serener air—

Sunken shapes of many a star
In the high heavens set afar.

II

Ye stolid, homely, visible things,
Above you all brood glorious wings
Of your deep entities, set high,
Like slow moons in a hidden sky.
But you, their likenesses, are spent
Upon another element.

Truly ye are but seemings—
The shadowy cast-off gleamings

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Brazen pan and iron pot,

Yellow brick and gray flag-stone
That my feet have trod upon—
Ye seem to me

Vessels of bright mystery.

For ye do bear a shape, and so Though ye were made by man, I know An inner Spirit also made,

And ye his breathings have obeyed.

IV

Shape, the strong and awful Spirit,
Laid his ancient hand on you.

He waste chaos doth inherit;
He can alter and subdue.
Verily, he doth lift up

Matter, like a sacred cup.

Into deep substance he reached, and lo
Where ye were not, ye were; and so
Out of useless nothing, ye

Groaned and laughed and came to be.
And I use you, as I can,
Wonderful uses, made for man,
Iron pot and brazen pan.

What are ye?

I know not;

Nor what I really do

When I move and govern you.

There is no small work unto God.
He required of us greatness;
Of his least creature

A high angelic nature,

Stature superb and bright completeness.
He sets to us no humble duty.

Each act that he would have us do
Is haloed round with strangest beauty;
Terrific deeds and cosmic tasks
Of his plainest child he asks.
When I polish the brazen pan
I hear a creature laugh afar
In the gardens of a star,

And from his burning presence run
Flaming wheels of many a sun.
Whoever makes a thing more bright,

He is an angel of all light.

When I cleanse this earthen floor
My spirit leaps to see

Bright garments trailing over it,

A cleanness made by me.

Purger of all men's thoughts and ways,

With labor do I sound Thy praise,
My work is done for Thee.

Whoever makes a thing more bright,
He is an angel of all light.
Therefore let me spread abroad
The beautiful cleanness of my God.

VI

One time in the cool of dawn

Angels came and worked with me.
The air was soft with many a wing.
They laughed amid my solitude
And cast bright looks on everything.
Sweetly of me did they ask

That they might do my common task.
And all were beautiful-but one
With garments whiter than the sun
Had such a face

Of deep, remembered grace;

That when I saw I cried—“ Thou art
The great Blood-Brother of my heart.
Where have I seen thee?"-And he said,
"When we are dancing round God's throne,
How often thou art there.

Beauties from thy hands have flown
Like white doves wheeling in mid air.
Nay-thy soul remembers not?

Work on, and cleanse thy iron pot."

VII

What are we? I know not.

WHILE LOVELINESS GOES BY

Sometimes when all the world seems grey and dun
And nothing beautiful, a voice will cry,
"Look out, look out! Angels are drawing nigh!"
Then my slow burdens leave me one by one,
And swiftly does my heart arise and run
Even like a child while loveliness goes by-
And common folk seem children of the sky,
And common things seem shapèd of the sun.
Oh, pitiful! that I who love them, must
So soon perceive their shining garments fade!
And slowly, slowly, from my eyes of trust
Their flaming banners sink into a shade!
While this earth's sunshine seems the golden dust
Slow settling from that radiant cavalcade.

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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell was born in Brookline, Massachusetts, February 9, 1874, of a long line of noted publicists and poets, the first colonist (a Percival Lowell) arriving in Newburyport in 1637. James Russell Lowell was a cousin of her grandfather; Abbott Lawrence, her mother's father, was minister to England; and Abbott Lawrence Lowell, her brother, is president of Harvard University.

Miss Lowell obtained her early education through private tuition and travel abroad. These European journeys were the background upon which much of Miss Lowell's later work is unconsciously woven; her visits to France, Egypt, Turkey and

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