Memory

From out the past rose memory
To quell my grief, reminding me
That honour could not find a flaw
In Arthur's life.   " Since honour's law,"
Methought, " was his.   Would I could be
As true to that Stern code as he."
It was the anniversary
Of death ; and looking back I saw,
From out the past,
(The bitter past I often see)
That night of sorrow.   " Father, wc
Are thine," I cried, " Whose love could thaw
Death's frozen slumber, Stoop and draw
My soul to his and so to Tnee,
From out the past."