SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETRY

To his, and tell about our love,

Not once abashed or weak :
And the dear Mother will approve

My pride, and let me speak. 120

'Herself shall bring us, hand in hand,

To Him round whom all souls
Kneel, the clear-ranged unnumbered heads

Bowed with their aureoles :
And angels meeting us shall sing 125

To their citherns and citoles.

'There will I ask of Christ the Lord

Thus much for him and me : —
Only to live as once on earth

With love,—only to be, 13®

As then awhile, for ever now

Together, I and he.'

She gazed and listened and then said,

Less sad of speech than mild,—
*A11 this is when he comes.* She ceased. I35

The light thrilled towards her, filled
With angels in strong level flight.

Her eyes prayed, and she smilM.

(I saw her smile.) But soon their path

Was vague in distant spheres: 140

And then she cast her arms along

The golden barriers,
And laid her face between her hands,

And wept. (I heard her tears.)

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