"By the remembrance of her loyal life, And parting prayer, I only know my wife,
27Thy child, shall come — Where farewells cloud not o'er our ransomed rest — Hither to reap, with all the crowned and blest,
30Of bliss the sum.
1"When Love's rapt sense the heart-strings gently sweep, With joy divinely fair, the high and deep,
3To call her home, She shall mount upward unto purer skies; We shall be waiting, in what glad surprise,
6Our spirits' own!"
Brood o'er us with Thy shelt'ring wing,
9'Neath which our spirits blend Like brother birds, that soar and sing, And on the same branch bend.
12The arrow that doth wound the dove Darts not from those who watch and love.
If thou the bending reed wouldst break
15By thought or word unkind, Pray that his spirit you partake, Who loved and healed mankind:
18Seek holy thoughts and heavenly strain, That make men one in love remain.
Learn, too, that wisdom's rod is given
21For faith to kiss, and know; That greetings glorious from high heaven, Whence joys supernal flow,
24Come from that Love, divinely near, Which chastens pride and earth-born fear,
1Through God, who gave that word of might Which swelled creation's lay:
3"Let there be light, and there was light." What chased the clouds away? 'T was Love whose finger traced aloud
6A bow of promise on the cloud.
Thou to whose power our hope we give, Free us from human strife.