 | Gathered poems of Ernest Myers |  |
I
THE ROBE OF LIGHT
The gates are open day by day,
The realm within is nobly fair,
Yet some there be who turn away
Or count it loss to linger there.
The realm within is nobly fair,
Yet some there be who turn away
Or count it loss to linger there.
A heart and fancy warm and pure—
These feed the light Love's lieges wear:
While these in faithful force endure
That light shall gleam through gathering care.
These feed the light Love's lieges wear:
While these in faithful force endure
That light shall gleam through gathering care.
Though Sorrow's brand the heart-strings rive,
And Death o'ercloud with sundering doom,
That ray divine shall yet survive,
A holy lamp behind the gloom.
And Death o'ercloud with sundering doom,
That ray divine shall yet survive,
A holy lamp behind the gloom.
| Gathered poems of Ernest Myers | |