In dusk of Eve the city lay-
And Life's dark pall lay o'er my heart;
My feet, by instinct took the way
To that Grey Altar, set apart,
And, sobbing in the dark alone,
I kissed his name upon the stone.
No light had I-But mother heart
Needs no poor earthly light as guide:
My soul rebelled against the part
Fate portioned me
'My son that died
Has died in vain, and he and they
Forgotten
save when women pray."
Just then the city lights shone out:
Each name shone forth as brightest gold;
A strange, sweet perfume played about
And in my heart crept peace, untold
I felt
warm hands
upon my own
My son kept tryst
at the Grey Stone.
What tales he told
of high emprise-
Of fuller life beyond the Veil;
How shone the deeds of sacrifice,
As jewels on the Holy Grail.
He blessed me thrice
I knelt alone,
Shriven and healed
by the Grey Stone.
