April 21

His soul pleased the Lord, therefore hasted He to take him away from among the wicked.

YET, O stricken heart, remember, O remember How of human days he lived the better part April came to bloom, and never dim December Breathed its killing chills upon the head or heart.

Doomed to know not Winter, only Spring, a being Trod the flowery April blithely for a while, Took his fill of music, joy of thought and seeing, Came and stayed and went, nor ever ceased to smile.

Came and stayed and went, and now when all is finished, You alone have crossed the melancholy stream, Yours the pang, but his, O his, the undiminished Undecaying gladness, undeparted dream.

ROBERT LOUIS STEVEN- SON

All that life contains of torture, toil, and treason, Shame, dishonour, death, to him were but a name. Here, a boy, he dwelt, through all the singing season, And ere the day of sorrow departed as he came.

WHOM THE GODS LOVE