Serenely the lovely vision smiled peacefully on me,
Then slowly faded into the even’s mist.
Drying my dewy eyelids I sank on bended knee,
And prayed to the One who had suffered, nailed to a torture-tree,
Whose gaping wounds poor doubting Thomas kissed.
Part V.
THE LEADEN TABLET.
Then to my couch I bent my weary way,
And deep in sage reflection sank my soul.