Lord Christ! for every seeking soul
Thou art Thyself the Door, the Way;
All, all shall find one coming day
Thy Heart their everlasting goal!
Loch Leven: 1884.
FOOTNOTES:
S. JOSEPH.
A cloistered garden was the place
Where Mary grew, God's perfect flower;
One, only one, discerned her grace,
And visited her bower.
God's choice was his; by love made strong
To guard the Mother of the King;
No heart, save hers, had e'er a song
So sweet as his to sing.
Yet lives there on the sacred page
No record of a word from him;
God's Ark he guards, a silent sage,
Pure as the Cherubim.