great a need.'
Across the terrace with a bound?There sped a lambkin and a hound?(Dumb comrades of the old earth land)?And fondled her caressing hand.
'YOU LOVED THEM INTO PARADISE'?Was answered to her questioning eyes;?'You taught them love; love has no end!?Nor does love's life on form depend.?If there be mortal without love,?He wakes to no new life above.?If love in humbler things exist,?It must through other realms persist?Until all love rays merge in HIM.?Hark! Hear the heavenly Cherubim!'
Then hushed and awed, with joy so vast?It knew no future and no past,?She stood amidst the radiant throng?That came to swell love's welcoming song -?This humble soul from earth's far coast?The centre of the heavenly host.
On earth they see her grave and say:?'She lies there till the judgment day;'?Nor dream, so limited their thought,?What miracles by love are wrought.
End of Project Gutenberg's New Thought Pastels, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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