By Miracle Beset

Do not let her memory

Even for an instant fade

Her face for all eternity

Is on the loom of God displayed.

The measure of all things is love

That bears us through the Void of night,

A love divine in which we move

And breathe and die is our delight.

Earth's harmonies cannot be killed

By apathy, indifference,

Her knowledge is of greatness willed

By some divine unerring sense

Since first the light of dawn appeared

And green burst through the barren stone

When God from fragrant calyx peered

At beauty's face that was His own.

Give me never to forget

Joy of sacrificial days,

My life by miracle beset

And gratitude far more than praise.