And then look back? For this I must abide.
Till thou shalt grow and fold and be unfurled
Literally between me and the world.
Then I shall drink from in beneath a spring.
And from a poet’s side shall read his book.
O daisy mine, what will it be to look
From God’s side even of such a simple thing?
THE NEWER VAINGLORY
By Alice Meynell
Two men went up to pray; and one gave thanks,