I Had Not Seen My Son'S Dear Face (He Chose The Cloister By God'S Grace) Since It Had Come To Full Flower-Time. I Hardly Guessed At Its Perfect Prime, That Folded Flower Of His Dear Face. Mine Eyes Were Veiled By Mists Of Tears When On A Day In Many Years One Of His Order Came. I Thrilled, Facing, I Thought, That Face Fulfilled. I Doubted, For My Mists Of Tears. His Blessing Be With Me For Ever! My Hope And Doubt Were Hard To Sever. -That Altered Face, Those Holy Weeds. I Filled His Wallet And Kissed His Beads, And Lost His Echoing Feet For Ever. If To My Son My Alms Were Given I Know Not, And I Wait For Heaven. He Did Not Plead For Child Of Mine, But For Another Child Divine, And Unto Him It Was Surely Given. There Is One Alone Who Cannot Change; Dreams Are We, Shadows, Visions Strange; And All I Give Is Given To One. I Might Mistake My Dearest Son, But Never The Son Who Cannot Change.