Of
Courtesy, it is much less
Than
Courage of Heart or Holiness,
Yet
in my Walks it seems to me
That
the Grace of God is in Courtesy.
On
Monks I did in Storrington fall,
They
took me straight into their Hall;
I
saw Three Pictures on a wall,
And
Courtesy was in them all.
The
first the Annunciation;
The
second the Visitation;
The
third the Consolation,
Of
God that was Our Lady’s Son.
The
first was of Saint Gabriel;
On
Wings a-flame from Heaven he fell;
And
as he went upon one knee
He
shone with Heavenly Courtesy.
Our
Lady out of Nazareth rode—
It
was Her month of heavy load;
Yet
was Her face both great and kind,
For
Courtesy was in Her Mind.
The
third it was our Little Lord,
Whom
all the Kings in arms adored;
He
was so small you could not see
His
large intent of Courtesy.
Our
Lord, that was Our Lady’s Son,
Go
bless you, People, one by one;
My
Rhyme is written, my work is done.
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