THOU shalt have grace where glory is forgot; The love all luminous in the world's last night; Thy children's arms shall be thy necklace bright, And all love's roses clamber to thy cot. And if a storm one steadfast star should blot From thy pure heaven, God's angels shall relight The lamps for thee, and make the darkness white; The lilies of His love shall be thy lot! He shall give all His angels charge of thee; Thy coming and thy going shall be known. Their steps shall shine before thee radiantly, Lest thou shouldst dash thy foot against a stone. The cross still stands. Who shall that love condemn Whose mother-lips kissed Christ at Bethlehem? |