The earlier may they end these earthly days
That fret our lives with flickerings vague below
Of steadfast light in endless day above;
The earlier may the power of hate give way,
And good awake, and every path be bright,
While hope of glory gilds the gloom on high.
We too—come, Edith. Christ will go with us;
And by and by the glory so shall flame
Heaven cannot hold the halo!—Edith, come;
We join the plans above.”