To enter! Symbols of that docile love

And meek compliancy of creed and mind,

Which Heaven hath canonized, and for its own

Acknowledged,—well may thoughtful hearts perceive

A mystery, beyond mere nature’s law,

Around them girdled like a moral zone.

R. Montgomery.

Death found strange beauty on that polished brow,

And dashed it out. There was a tint of rose

On cheek and lip. He touched the veins with ice,