GUARD thy heart! as tho' thy Ladye Shrined her costliest jewels there. For the Queen, lest Love upbraid thee, Keep the casket bright and fair! Let thy glance be calm and steady, Heart of gold,—O tried and true! Let thy feet be ever ready, Tho' the Master's calls be few. Every self-will'd aim abandon'd, Every passion won to rest, Every trespass freely pardon'd, Every bitter thought repress'd. Thou mayst rend the veil asunder, Vision The Eternal Grace! All the mystery and wonder Breathing, breaking from thy face. So when age to youth succeedeth And God's Angel draweth nigh, Thou shalt bless the Hand that leadeth Cheerly up the starry sky. |