text:  "So--no more vain words be said! The hosannas nearer roll-- Mother smile now on thy Dead-- I am death-strong in my soul! Mystic Dove alit on cross Guide the poor bird of the snows Through the snow-wind above loss! "Jesus Victim comprehending Love's divine self-abnegation-- Cleanse my love in its self-spending And absorb the poor libation! Wind my thread of life up higher Up through angels' hands of fire!-- I aspire while I expire!" The following extract from a little poem entitled "Sleeping and Watching " is very touching in its simplicity