Chapter 59

I stood beside the spot where late you laid him, The spot to each of us most hallowed ground; After the angels had in white array'd him, And his smooth brows with flowers immortal crown'd. * * * * * Who in the wilderness would wish to wander, Whose feet have trodden once the promised land? Believe that all is well, nor pause to ponder On things that mortals cannot understand. He is most bless'd that is the firmest trusting…