rain for joyful use. Here, too, come acolytes lighting the dark
with tapers--sun, moon, and stars--gifts of the Lord that His
sanctuary may stand ever served.

It lies here ready to our hand, this life of adoration which we
needs must live hand in hand with earth, for has she not borne the
curse with us? But beyond the white gate and the trail of woodbine
falls the silence greater than speech, darkness greater than light,
a pause of "a little while"; and then the touch of that healing
garment as we pass to the King in His beauty, in a land from which
there is no return.

At the gateway then I cry you farewell.