At this the watchman straightened with a start; A tender grief was tugging at his heart, The thought of his dead father, bent and old And lying lonesome in the ground so cold. Then cried the watchman starting from his post: “Little father, this is yours; you need it most!” And tearing off his hairy coat, he ran And wrapt it warm around the beggar man. That night the piling snows began to fall, And the good watchman died beside the wall. But waking in the Better Land that lies Beyond the reaches of these cooping skies, Behold, the Lord came out to greet him home, Wearing the coat he gave by Moscow’s dome— Wearing the hairy heavy coat he gave By Moscow’s tower before he felt the grave! And Ivan, by the old Earth-memory stirred, Cried softly with a wonder in his word: “And where, dear Lord, found you this coat of mine, A thing unfit for glory such as Thine?” Then the Lord answered with a look of light: “This coat, My son, you gave to Me last night.” “The Father’s Business” Who puts back into place a fallen bar, Or flings a rock out of a traveled road, His feet are moving toward the central star, His name is whispered in the God’s abode. A Guard of the Sepulchre _Behold, some of the watch came into the city and told unto the Chief Priests all the things that were come to pass, and ... they gave large money unto the soldiers, saying: Say, His disciples came by night and stole Him away while we slept._—MATTHEW. I was a Roman soldier in my prime; Now age is on me and the yoke of time. I saw your Risen Christ, for I am he Who reached the hyssop to Him on the tree; And I am one of two who watched beside The Sepulchre of Him we crucified. All that last night I watched with sleepless eyes; Great stars arose and crept across the skies. The world was all too still for mortal rest, For pitiless thoughts were busy in the breast. The night was long, so long, it seemed at last I had grown old and a long life had passed. Far off the hills of Moab, touched with light, Were swimming in the hollow of the night. I saw Jerusalem all wrapped in cloud, Stretched like a dead thing folded in a shroud.