Page:A Christmas Faggot (1884, Gurney).djvu/59

Rh Love is the sole interpreter Of every lovely thing: This is the burden of his song, Well may the poet sing!

A joy-inspirèd song he sings Because far off he hears A whisper silencing the storm, A laughter through the tears, The music of eternity Beyond the dying years.

His song is rapture, for he sees God’s loveliness, and we,