“Fear nothing. Follow Me. I am the Way.”

So, when Death touched him also, and England bore

His dust into her deepening innermost shrine,

The Voice he heard long since, and could not hear,

Rose like the fuller knowledge, given by Death

To one that could best lead him upward now,

Rose like a child’s voice, opening up the heavens,

I am the Resurrection and the Life.

X—EPILOGUE