ENVOY 
The year is done; frostbound and chill 
Lie all those pleasant paths we trod; 
Thou mindest not; thy feet , dear love , 
Tread heavenly ways with God. 
Before the embers of my fire 
That lights the hearth which thou didst bless 
I sit alone tonight , bereft 
Yet not all comfortless. 
Though thou art vanished , faith abides 
That He who of us twain made one y 
Parting our hands , binds still our souls — 
Has not His work undone. 
