The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1878-03-28

Quaint tracery of bird and branch and brook
Fitting across the pages OF his book,
Until the very words freshness tool <
Deep in his cell,
Safe the Monk Gabriel.
In his book he read
The words the Master to His dear ones said:
" A little while and ye
Shall see.
Shall gaze on Me-
A little while again,
Yeshail see Me then"
A little while!
The Monk looked up awhile-a smile
Making his yisage brilliant, lquid-eyed;
On Thou, who gracious art
Unto the poor of heart
o Blessed Christ - he cried,
= Great is the misery
Ot mine niquity;
But would now might see,
Might feast on Thee,"
The blood, with sudden start.
Nigh rent his veins apart
% condescension of the Crucfed "
In all the brilliancy
OF his Humanity,
The Christ stood by his side,
Pure as the early lily His skin,
His cheek outbushed the rose,
His lips, the glows
Of autumn sunset on eternal SHOWS;
And His deep eyes within,
Such nameless beauties, wondrous glories
dwelt,
The Monk in speechess alteration k, cit.
In each lair hand III each fair foot, there
shone
The peerless stars He took from Calvary:
Around his brow in tenderest lucency.
The thorn marks fingered, like the flush of
dawn;
And from the opening in His side there
rlled
light 50 dazzling that the room was filled
With heaven; and TRANSPORTED in his place,
His very breathing stlled,
The frar held his robe before his face.
And heard the angels singing.
Twas but a moment-then, upon the spell
OF this sweet Presence, 10 a something broke:
a something, trembling, in the belfry woke.
A shower OF metal music flinging
O'er void and moat DER park and lake and
fell,
And, through the open window of the cell.
.Aln silver chimes came ringing.
1t was the bell,
Calling Monk Gabriel
Unto his daily task,
To iced the paupers at the abbey gates.
No reptile did he ask,
Nor for second summons idly wait;
But rose up in his humble way:
FAn would | stay,
O Lord land feast AWAY
Upon the honeyed sweetness OF Thy beauty
But It's Thy will, not mine. | must obey;
Help me to do my duty"
The lille the Vision smiled.
The Monk went forth light hearted as a child
An hour thence his duty nobly done.
Unasked, unsought, 10 his reward was won,
Ratters and walls and floor were set atlame
WIN all the matchess glory OF that Sun,
And IN the center stood the Blessed One
praised be His Holy name y
he, Tor our sakes, our crosses made His ow n
And bore our weight of shame!
Down on the threshold fell
Monk Gabriel,
His forehead pressed upon the floor of clay
And white in deep humility he lay.
Tears raining from his happy eyes away,
whence is this favor Lordl'' ne strove to
The Vision only said,
Lifting is shining head:
If thou hadst said. o SON. must haye hed,'
CORES pendent of the Journal Press,
writing from Liberty Hill, Benton county,
contrasts this poem with Longfcllow verses
on the same subject and adds
But would here change the current of
thought. and. with your permission. venture
4 few critical remarks on the short, hut verv
eloquent. poem copied into the Journal Press
OF tue itll INST Inc poem Is entitled, he
Vision OF the Monk Gabriel" by Eleanor c.
Donnelly. The legend on which the poem
is founded is very beautiful in itself, but
touched by Miss DIS pure and poetic genius.
Slows with immaculate sweetness and i'm
pressivetorce.
But Miss Donnellv has nothing to regret by
the comparison. think her achievement: SUI
perior to that of LonSiellow l think her
picture fuller and finer, and her colors
brighter and at the same time softer
This correspondent is in error in surprising
that Longfellow' verses were written first
Miss Donnelly's were published several years
before Longiellow's made their appearance.
Miss Donnellys poem was published in 1867
in the Continental: Longtellow' in the At
lantic in 1872.