Enhallowed

The Spring with vineleafed arms shall twine, Each hillocked resting-place And Summer's roses low incline With flushed and dewy face; Fair daisies, rayed like stars, shall rise From their enhallowed dust, And look up to protecting skies, With smiles of sunny trust.

Two favored sisters of our faithful train, Far more than all the choicest gifts obtain: The sweetest lyres in all the tuneful earth To music wake at their enhallowed birth.

But now the book of life has reached one page More precious than all most-enhallowed things: What has been written must now be fulfilled: Amen. Amen to what the future brings.