To follow where he is gone beyond her sight;
Heaven is not far off, Love’s wing is strong.
She sees the royal portals clothed in light;
To Son and Mother there high thrones belong:
Whom dying will unite, life cannot sever long.
III.
Acts i. 14.
In the pale light of subterranean glooms,
Rude art of early centuries portrays
Upon the wall of Roman Catacombs