  Ben Shalom read one night from out a roll: "Vessel of honor, consecrate ('O soul!') Prepared for every worthy work, and meet For the Master's use!" And finger on scroll, He prayed aloud: "Make me his silvern bowl!" Lo! Emeth at his side, God's angel fleet: "Yea, in His mansion here; and when unfold The everlasting doors, chalice of gold Brimming with His great love—heaven's vintage sweet!" |
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