On Reubens' Painting of Saint Peter
What fleeting moment has the painter wrought
In lines eternal on this graphic square?
How wrapt the prince is gazing - unaware
Of all save one soul-baring ardent thought!
Just such a look - impulsive and untaught,
So charged with love, so redolent of prayer -
Must flame from Angel faces when they dare
Gaze full on God, and by His glance are caught.
Perhaps a breeze from Esdraelon Plain
Has stirred a pensive pool in mem'ry's stream
To raise that mist of half-apparent tears.
Perhaps a far-off shepherd's lovely strain
Beguiled his willing ears until they deem
They catch the Master's hymn of former years.
Evelyn Coffey
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