| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXIX. The Happy Dead
Life Hidden | | By Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830–1894) |
| | | ROSES and lilies grow above the place | |
| Where she sleeps the long sleep that doth not dream. | |
| If we could look upon her hidden face, | |
| Nor shadow would be there, nor garish gleam | |
| Of light; her life is lapsing like a stream | 5 |
| That makes no noise but floweth on apace | |
| Seawards, while many a shade and shady beam | |
| Vary the ripples in their gliding chase. | |
| She doth not see, but knows; she doth not feel, | |
| And yet is sensible; she hears no sound, | 10 |
| Yet counts the flight of time and doth not err. | |
| Peace far and near, peace to ourselves and her: | |
| Her body is at peace in holy ground, | |
| Her spirit is at peace where Angels kneel. | | | | |
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