through again in thought thy baby-days.
One by one do all thine acts of help and sweetness and gentle self-suppression come before us.
Wondrous is the memory of our journeying together. Most holy art thou now unto us, in the presence of death.
But know, thou little flower of our great love for thee, that never, till we too are wrapped in Death beside thee, shall we forget to send thee constant aid of love and prayer.
Know thou that Love is strong as Death, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods overwhelm it.
Thy hand is not unclasped from our hand. Nor is thy name gone out of our heart’s life.
And well we know that this, our longing desire and will of love, can by no means fail to reach and give thee strength. Here or hereafter.—As God will.
But thou—dear one—rest now and be
