O Death, O Beyond, Thou

My Future Will Not Copy My Fair Past, I Wrote That Once. And, Thinking At My Side My Ministering Life-angel Justified The Word By His Appealing Look Upcast To The White Throne Of God.

Suddenly, As Rare Things Will, It Vanished.

And Each Man Stands With His Face In The Light. Of His Own Drawn Sword, Ready To Do What A Hero Can.

Death Forerunneth Love To Win "sweetest Eyes Were Ever Seen."

New Angel Mine, Unhoped For In The World!