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Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By Poems. VII. Sonnet: Bishop Patteson

Menella Bute Smedley (1820–1877)

AN ANGEL came and cried to him by night,

“God needs a Martyr from your little band;

Name me the purest soul, which, closely scanned,

Still overflows with sweetness and with light

That find no limit till they reach the Land

Whence first they sprang!” Weeping for what must be,

He named them all, with love adorning each;

And still that Angel smiled upon his speech,

And, smiling still, went upward silently

Not marking any name. Amazed he knelt,

Pondering the silent choice. But when the stroke

Fell, not an Angel, but the Master, spoke,

With voice so strong that nothing else was felt;

“Thou art the man! Belovèd, come to Me!”