And there is great melody of angels’ songe,
And there is preysing Him amonge,
And there is alle manner friendship that may be,
And there is ever perfect love and charitie,
And there is wisdom without folye,
And there is honestie without vileneye.”
Was she timorous—“Death,” he assured her, “is but a shadow from the rock eternity.”
But why multiply examples? why go on to tell at greater length how the whole burden of his discourse was—
“But since our souls’ now sin-obscured light
Shines through the lanthorn of our flesh so bright;