It calms our hours of doubt and pain,
And beautifies earth's troubled reign,
To feel that thou art sending still
This same sweet message of God's will,
Born of fruition's grander sight,
Of perfect beauty, peace, and light.
[ROBERT BROWNING.]
"A peace out of pain,
Then a light, then thy breast.
O thou soul of my soul, I shall clasp thee again,
And with God be the rest!"
—Prospice.
Fulfilled December 12, 1889.
Oh, the blessed fruition
Of peace out of pain!
Of a light without darkness,
A clasping again!
Of a full soul reunion
In Love's endless reign!