Each man standing still in his place.
Yet still the soul lingers, earth bound, as it seems,
Till a voice whispers low, “The Last Prayer;”
And those words—those grand words of our Mother, The Church—
Rise clearly and calm on the air.
It seems as they rise, to Faith’s eye, thro’ the space
A path for the soul they have cleft;
For we know, ere Amen’s last vibration is done,
With the body alone we are left.
In the wards of Life’s Hospital, thus are the threads,