<h2><SPAN name="page46"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>THREE SOULS</h2>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Three</span> Souls there
were that reached the Heavenly Gate,<br/>
And gained permission of the Guard to wait.<br/>
Barred from the bliss of Paradise by sin,<br/>
They did not ask or hope to enter in.<br/>
‘We loved one woman (thus their story ran);<br/>
We lost her, for she chose another man.<br/>
So great our love, it brought us to this door;<br/>
We only ask to see her face once more.<br/>
Then will we go to realms where we belong,<br/>
And pay our penalty for doing wrong.’</p>
<p class="poetry">‘And wert thou friends on
earth?’ (The Guard spake thus.)<br/>
‘Nay, we were foes; but Death made friends of us.<br/>
The dominating thought within each Soul<br/>
Brought us together, comrades, to this goal,<br/>
<SPAN name="page47"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>To see her
face, and in its radiance bask<br/>
For one great moment—that is all we ask.<br/>
And, having seen her, we must journey back<br/>
The path we came—a hard and dangerous track.’<br/>
‘Wait, then,’ the Angel said, ‘beside me
here,<br/>
But do not strive within God’s Gate to peer<br/>
Nor converse hold with Spirits clothed in light<br/>
Who pass this way; thou hast not earned the right.’</p>
<p class="poetry">They waited year on year. Then, like a
flame,<br/>
News of the woman’s death from earth-land came.<br/>
The eager lovers scanned with hungry eyes<br/>
Each Soul that passed the Gates of Paradise.<br/>
The well-beloved face in vain they sought,<br/>
Until one day the Guardian Angel brought<br/>
A message to them. ‘She has gone,’ he said,<br/>
‘Down to the lower regions of the dead;<br/>
Her chosen mate went first; so great her love<br/>
She has resigned the joys that wait above<br/>
To dwell with him, until perchance some day,<br/>
Absolved from sin, he seeks the Better Way.’</p>
<p class="poetry">Silent, the lovers turned. The pitying
Guard<br/>
Said: ‘Stay (the while his hand the door unbarred),<br/>
<SPAN name="page48"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>There
waits for thee no darker grief or woe;<br/>
Enter the Gates, and all God’s glories know.<br/>
But to be ready for so great a bliss,<br/>
Pause for a moment and take heed of this:<br/>
The dearest treasure by each mortal lost<br/>
Lies yonder, when the Threshold has been crossed,<br/>
And thou shalt find within that Sacred Place<br/>
The shining wonder of her worshipped face.<br/>
All that is past is but a troubled dream;<br/>
Go forward now and claim the Fact Supreme.’</p>
<p class="poetry">Then clothed like Angels, fitting their
estate,<br/>
Three Souls went singing, singing through God’s Gate.</p>
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