ROBERT KEABLE .
* BENEDICTION .
I
IKE
the white
shining of the Host
When
held
in
folds of
blue,
God
lifts
to -night
the moon 's
pale
ghost
To make
old
blessings new .
A
thousand
fire- flies
star
His
way ,
A
thousand
candle - lights ;
Earth
lit
by
other
every
day
Can
light
her
Lord
at
nights
.
Tall
palms rear
stately
heads
to
grace
The coming
of
the King
,
Incense
to
smoke before his
face
A
thousand
flowers
bring
.
And
all
the
world
,
as
Eden
was
,
Is
hushed
in
holy fear
,
Only
small
creatures
shrill because
God
holds
them
very
dear
.
For
earth
's
an
altar
;
Golgotha
Forbids
to
flee
the name
;
And
sad
man
wandering
very
far
Finds
still
the Cross
the
same
.