Reminding thee of incense-breathing lives
Whose fervent prayer, whose loving words and deeds
All earth with fragrance fill!
With honey stored, its cup!
Reminding thee of pure heart-chalices
Whose limpid depths are wells of heavenly love
Whence all who will may draw.
The lily’s cup shall fade!
But withered flower and body death-destroyed,
Or Spring, or Angel-trump shall wake again