At Minas Basin and Other Poems — The White Rose. (At --'s Grave)

(AT ----'S GRAVE.

) Rose pendent in calm of the sun, (A type of my holiest thought) Fair substance and emblem in one,-- Sweet rose--sweet soul without spot!

Sweetness of beauty of God Both over and under the sod.

Each moulded in earth's cloud and shine, White fulness of being complete, Love's rose of beauty divine!

Thy past, but evolvings sweet, Now, moment of essence for aye, Thy future, eternity's day!

O rose in the mirror of time-- Calm image from under the sod-- O form of eternal prime, All-peaceful beauty of God,-- Fulness of seventy times seven, Made without hands, in the heaven!

What though thy time-garment fade And vanish from out of my sight, Thy beauty shall never know shade With the Chief of the sons of light-- Redeemed from under the sod, Ravishing beauty of God!