And all were slain: but at the murderous blow,
Warned us an instant light that flashed from heaven,
And all from life did peacefully depart,
Contrite, forgiving, and by Him forgiven
To look on Whom such longing yearns our heart.”
“None do I recognize,” I answered, “even
Scanning your faces with mine utmost art;
But whatsoe'er, ye blessed souls! I may
To give you comfort, speak, and I will do;
Yea, by that peace which leads me on my way