I pray High God He strengthen you, and me.
[pg 58]
The Last Meeting
We who are young, and have caught the splendour of
life,
Hunting it down the forested ways of the world,
Do we not wear our hearts like a banner unfurled
(Crowned with a chaplet of love, shod with the sandals
of strife)?
Now not a lustre of pain, nor an ocean of tears