And the horror that tore them apart;
When one was love’s slayer, but one
Made a grave for the love in his heart.
The long years pass’d weary and lone
And it lay there and changed there unknown;
Then one day from its innermost place,
In the shamed and ruin’d love’s stead,
Love arose with a glorified face,
Like an angel that comes from the dead.
It uplifted the stone that was set