otherwise, here is a little something else
(in short:
...
To these from birth is Belief forbidden;
from these till death is Relief afar
...
But simple service simply given
to his own kind in their common need.
...)
It is their care in all the ages
to take the buffet and cushion the shock.
It is their care that the gear engages;
it is their care that the switches lock.
It is their care that the wheels run truly;
it is their care to embark and entrain,
Tally, transport, and deliver duly
the Sons of Mary by land and main.
They say to mountains, "Be ye removed."
They say to the lesser floods, "Be dry."
Under their rods are the rocks reproved-
they are not afraid of that which is high.
Then do the hill-tops shake to the summit-
then is the bed of the deep laid bare,
That the Sons of Mary may overcome it,
pleasantly sleeping and unaware.
They finger death at their gloves' end
where they piece and repiece the living wires.
He rears against the gates they tend:
they feed him hungry behind their fires.
Early at dawn, ere men see clear,
they stumble into his terrible stall,
And hale him forth a haltered steer,
and goad and turn him till evenfall.
To these from birth is Belief forbidden;
from these till death is Relief afar.
They are concerned with matters hidden-
under the earthline their altars are-
The secret fountains to follow up,
waters withdrawn to restore to the mouth,
And gather the floods as in a cup,
and pour them again at a city's drouth.
They do not preach that their God will rouse them
a little before the nuts work loose.
They do not teach that His Pity allows them
to drop their job when they dam'-well choose.
As in the thronged and the lighted ways,
so in the dark and the desert they stand,
Wary and watchful all their days
that their brethren's day may be long in the land.
Raise ye the stone or cleave the wood
to make a path more fair or flat-
Lo, it is black already with blood
some Son of Martha spilled for that!
Not as a ladder from earth to Heaven,
not as a witness to any creed,
But simple service simply given
to his own kind in their common need.
And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessed-
they know the Angels are on their side.
They know in them is the Grace confessed,
and for them are the Mercies multiplied.
They sit at the Feet- they hear the Word-
they see how truly the Promise runs.
They have cast their burden upon the Lord,
and- the Lord He lays it on Martha's Sons!
Now as they went on their way,
he entered a certain village,
where a woman named Martha welcomed him
into her home.
She had a sister named Mary,
who sat at the Lord's feet
and listened to what he was saying.
But Martha was distracted
by her many tasks;
so she came to him and asked,
"Lord, do you not care
that my sister has left me
to do all the work by myself?
Tell her then to help me."
But the Lord answered her,
"Martha, Martha, you are worried
and distracted by many things;
there is need of only one thing.
Mary has chosen the better part,
which will not be taken away from her."