THINK AND THANK 



There, in the heart thereof, and crowned 

 With woodbine and amaracus, 

 My Love, I found. 



* * * * * 



" This is well done," she said, " in thee, 

 O Love, that thou art come to me, 



To this green garden glorious; 

 Now truly shall our life be sped 

 In joyance and all goodlihead, 



For here all things are fair to us, 

 And none with burden is oppressed, 



And none is poor or piteous, 

 For here is Rest: 



" No formless Future blurs the sky ; 

 Men mourn not here, with dull dead eye, 



By shrouded shapes of Yesterday; 

 Betwixt the Coming and the Past. 

 The flawless life hangs fixen fast 



In one unwearying To-Day, 

 That darkens not; for Sin is striven, 

 Death from the doors is thrust away, 

 And here is Heaven." 



AUSTIN DOBSON. 

 A Song of Angiola in Heaven. 



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