My strength hath been in patience, whose close sieve,
Well-used, the Garner’s labour will befriend.
Florence, my mighty wrongs I can forgive!
Honour me in my ashes; this thou must!
Now, Sainted Name, in whose pure memories live
The all, that shall make glorious my—dust;
My sole thoughts turn with speechless love to thee!
Thou wert my Alpha and Omega: First
And Last! Let me return to liberty;
I found it but in Paradise—with Thee!