Two Came Down

In all material things that knew her care

A residue of consciousness survives

As if her soul departed lingers there

And casts its perfumed stillness on our lives.

Across the fields her sweetest joy caressed

Where sudden flowers rose before her feet,

Darting winged joy from branch or nest

Arose in song her sun-bright soul to greet.

God's special ones seem often to die young

As if the earth could hold not long their light,

The singer struck before his song is sung

The poet taken in his soaring flight.

Yet two came down on earth, death to slay,

Their Force to vanquish darkness, Grace to heal,

He the bringer of the golden day

And She the puissant Mother of our weal.