NUNC DIMITTIS

Lord of Love, Thy servant thus doth pray:

Abide Thou where my Lady deigns to stay,

Yet send Thy peace to lead me on my way;

Because the memories of the things that were —

That little blessed while with Thee and her —

Make me a heavy-hearted traveller.

And so, when some plain irks, or some steep hill,

I — knowing that Thy will was once our will —

Shall be most sure Thou livest with her still,

And only waitest — Thou and she alone —

Until I know again as I have known

The glory that abideth near our throne.