In the Garden of Delight

by Lily Hardy Hammond

Freed as by fire? Yet the fire shall pass,

And the freedom shall stand for aye;

And what would be the hope for the mass

If these should shrink in dismay?

So may I cast aside all fear;

So may my soul aspire;

So may I climb pain’s pathway drear

To heights of my soul’s desire.

And there, with heart grown wise to see,

Counting nor loss nor gain.