Glow white with intense fire of love." One Holy, Holy, Holy' to their King.". "I do not hear them, I.”— "At one side Paradise Is curtained from the rest, Made green for wearied eyes; Much softer than the breast Of mother-dove clad in a rainbow's dyes. "All precious souls are there Most safe, elect by grace, Lo, she hath made her bed In dust; forsaken weepeth she Where alien rivers swell the sea. "She laid her body as the ground, Her tender body as the ground to those Who passed; her harpstrings cannot sound In a strange land; discrowned She sits, and drunk with woes." "O drunken not with wine, Whose sins and sorrows have fulfilled the sum, Be not afraid, arise, be no more dumb; Arise, shine, For thy light is come.' "Can these bones live?" "God knows : The prophet saw such clothed with flesh and skin; A wind blew on them and life entered in ; They shook and rose. Hasten the time, O Lord, blot out their sin, Let life begin." SWEET DEATH. THE Sweetest blossoms die. And so it was that, going day by day Unto the Church to praise and pray, And crossing the green churchyard thoughtfully, I saw how on the graves the flowers Shed their fresh leaves in showers, And how their perfume rose up to the sky Before it passed away. The youngest blossoms die. They die and fall and nourish the rich earth From which they lately had their birth; Sweet life, but sweeter death that passeth by |