Lething forever the heart’s affliction
In the endless joy it leaves.
’Tis the acme of life and the end of living,
This touch of an angel’s hand,
And it falls on the heart like the holy shriving
Of the Priest of the Better Land.
LIFE’S PHILOSOPHY.
AN ALLEGORY.
How builds this budding flower, my child?
“It lies all wrapped in icy snows