Part 81

That I may sweetly sleep, Thy child, O Father, keep To wake and love thee more Than I have done before. And do Thou prosper all Who on Thy goodness call, And take their sins away Who have not learned to pray. O Father, Son, and Dove, Dear Trinity of Love, Hear Thou my even-song And keep me brave and strong.

SATURDAY NIGHT.

If death upon me creep While I in darkness sleep, Dear Lord! whose time is best, Be Thou my bed and rest! Then at Thy smile of light Will my dark cell grow bright, And angel-sentinels Ring the sweet morning bells. O Father, Son, and Dove, Dear Trinity of Love, Hear Thou my even-song And keep me brave and strong.

There is no bitterness Without some lump of sweet; Without some blessedness There is no sad defeat.

And there is no confusion Without some order fair, No infinite diffusion But unity is there.

The goodness of the Lord Is round about us here; Beholding it reward To fill the heart with cheer.

All things are ever tending To some divine event, The sweet and bitter blending With some divine intent.

All things are ever tending To some divine event, The sweet to have no ending-- Avaunt! O Discontent.

Brave men and women all, How are we comforted With honey out of gall, Served with our daily bread!

FINIS.

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Footnote 1: The way of the cross the way of light.

Footnote 2: O Liberty! how they have counterfeited thee!

It is generally understood, however, that her last words were: O Liberté! que de crimes on commet en ton nom! (O Liberty! what crimes are committed in thy name!)