“Forbear, then, to reproach me, O brother given by Heaven!
I wrong myself in wronging thee, dearest and closest friend!
Let all our variance and strife be buried and forgiven,
And let us work together in love unto the end.”
Then the Soul smiled on the Body, and the Body drank the smile,
As meadow pastures drink the flood of sunshine still and deep;
And the two embraced each other, and in a little while,
Close folded in the Body’s arms, the Soul had fallen asleep.