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Published online by Cambridge University Press: 01 January 2025
We will not mourn too greatly, lest tears blur The silver vision of a parting sail Bound for New Lands, unfaltering. To hail The passing of God’s sweet Adventurer The bells rang in the harbour and pealed to welcome her.
How little of the Best the best among us knows!
Our faith, far less than hers, how faint and dim . . . Else would we never grudge a flower to Him Who enters, unawares, our garden-close;
. . . For June is for our taking, and He has picked a rose.
Vivienne Dayrell.