The Midway Peace

By George Sterling

What say the wardens there, the merciful and holy?
"They come at last, whom grief has made equal and lowly,
For the silence that we keep in the mighty house of sleep,
In Devachan, past sorrow, under Eden .

"At the soothing of our hands have they become forgetful
Of earth's old cruelties, no longer found regretful,
Having laid by their fears as we wiped away their tears,
In Devachan, past sorrow, under Eden .

"No voices trouble here, no need of pity spoken,
But the soothing of our hands leaves the quietude unbroken,
And the pangs of memory cease in the vastness of the peace
In Devachan, past sorrow, under Eden .

"In the four-fold shadow here no lamp has its ember,
But our faces are the light when their hearts would
            remember-
Calm purities of light in the stillness of the night
In Devachan, past sorrow, under Eden .

"To the hush of our house, to the mercy in our guerdon,
Soon or late they come, who are weary of their burden,
From the discords of the breath to the half-way house
            of Death,
In Devachan, past sorrow, under Eden .

"All holiness of rest has been given to our keeping,
All soothing of the hands for the transitory sleeping,
And the nameless luster shed from the faces of the dead
In Devachan, past sorrow, under Eden ." 

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