If Eastertide should seem to thee
A time when thou rememberest
With sharpest pang of memory
Those who have passed, whom thou lov'dst best,
Know that in all thy seeming loss—
To mortal sense a grievous thing—
The human presence did but pass.
They, with clear vision, see the King,
In Spirit live, Love's arms beneath;
For Spirit knows nor fear nor death.
They never died; but passing hence
Learned that there is no death, that Life
For all that sharp experience
Eternal is. Not sickness, strife,
Can break man's unity with God,
Or change the consciousness of Love;
And in the path the Master trod,
Still one with Life they forward move,
And learn new lessons; love not less,
But clearer understanding find,
For all, in God's great tenderness
Are one in the eternal Mind.
Oh, angel-thoughts that soar above,
Touch thou our hearts that we may see
That life is understanding Love,
And here, and now, eternity!
