The Bride (Verse)
Stuart, Henry Longan
On the cheek that shamed the rose Now the droopen lily blows, Riven from its stem to spice The stirless airs of Paradise. Not more pale the chaplet set For a consort's coronet, Where the blue...
...Beaded pearls and chain of gold See the marble fingers hold: Thrice times five, all mysteries past, Pealed her Gloria at the last...
...Not more pale the chaplet set For a consort's coronet, Where the blue veins intersect The royal brow of Death's elect...
...White with bridal ribbons drest Lay the taper on her breast That shall kindle into flame When the trumpets sound her name, And where countless virgins throng Round the Lamb with praise and song, To the blissful soul's estate Call the clay predestinate...
Vol. 6 • May 1927 • No. 2
