Our souls, thank God, are in that holy spot, Though with their dust our bodies strew it hot.

Helpless are we ; our own wild aims we seek : 0 aid the helpless and forgive the weak. Do thou with loving hand our steps sustain, Or all our labour, all our strength is vain. Fate drives us wandering from the path astray: To God our guide, to God for light we pray. May His great mercy keep our lives secure, And in the path of faith our steps assure. When comes that day that wakes the dead at last, Let not our honour to the flames be cast. Still may He grant, though we have wandered thus, Free leave to thee t-o intercede for us. 'Tis thine with downward head, as suits the mace,1

To urge the ball through intercession's space. And through ·thy aid may Jami's work be foundThough some may scorn it-with completion

crowned.