With ghastly upturned faces, free from strife,
The unreturning dead, yet the undying,
How laugh they at the nothing we call life!
Enough! enough! if after our brief fretting,
Freed from thy fetters, we may rise in bliss
To some bright world where Life’s sun knows no setting
Where we may meet the lost and loved of this.
REJOICE.
The world is full of Joy. The sweet rose flings