He suffered her with Him to stay, —
This crowning joy was not denied, —
To hear His voice from day to day,
And tread this earth still by His side:

Where, with a diadem of snow,
The white-walled cities crowned the rocks,
Or peasants' dwellings far below,
Couched round the fountains like their flocks.

She saw the expressive glance of sight
The dulness of blind eyes replace;
When learning first the joy of light,
For the first sight they saw His face.

She heard the first clear accents pour
From dumb lips, uttering His name;
She saw men's homes from shore to shore
Break into sunshine where He came.

She saw the long possessed set free,
She knew the anguish and the bliss;
She saw the baffled Pharisee,
And felt, " Man never spake like this. "

She heard reluctant fiends confess
The Godhead they had fain denied;
She saw the little children press
With fearless fondness to His side.

She saw the speechless joy that day
Light up the widow's face at Nain;
She never saw one sent away,
She never heard one plead in vain.

She saw Him faint and wearied sore,
And toil those gracious eyes bedim,
Thirsting and hungered, homeless, poor, —
She saw and ministered to Him.

She saw His brow its light regain,
And strength reknit each wearied limb,
All to be spent for man again; —
A woman's service succoured Him!

And are those days for ever o'er?
Must earth be of that joy bereft? —
The sights and sounds are here no more,
And yet the very best is left.

Still may we follow in His way,
And tread this earth as by His side;
May see Him work from day to day,
As in His presence we abide:

See Him shed light on darkened eyes,
The bowed and fettered heart set free;
May succour, serve, and sacrifice,
And hear from heaven His " unto Me. "