Ah well, blessed be God who had called him from the things of this
world to the service of Christ and the Church! Once again he
offered himself in the flame of his desires: he would fast and
pray and wait.
The Office bell sounded sharp and clear across the still summer air
calling to Vespers, and the Prior hasted to his place.
"Qui seminant in lachrymis in exultatione metent," chanted the deep
voices of the monks, and Prior Stephen's voice trembled as he
joined in the Psalmody.
"Euntes ibant et flebant mittentes semina sua. Venientes autem
venient cum exultatione portantes manipulos suos."
He had sown in tears, ay, and was weary of the sowing; but the
harvesting was not yet.
CHAPTER II--MARY'S LILIES
It came to pass upon a certain day scarce a se'nnight later, that
Prior Stephen was troubled in his mind by reason of a dream which
came to him.
It happened on this wise. He was sitting by his window after the
noon repast, musing, as he was wont, on his dear son.
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