And this forever be our life and joy,
For master angels whispered unto us,
‘Follow song and God, and rise to life,
Aye, ever, ever more.’”
HIGH NOON
The sun had climbed high and as birdlings should feast,
My morsel I finished and fell fast asleep;
And dreamed a sweet dream, so rich and so deep,
Till arches of gold reached the rose-portaled east,
Aye! West wedded East and their glories increased—