Chapter VIII

_No longer then the memories that ye hold
Dark in your brain shall slumber. Ye shall see
That City whose gates are more than pearl or gold
And all its towers firm as Eternity.
The stones of the earth have cried to it from of old!
Why will ye turn from Him who reigns above
Because your highest words fall short?
Kneel--call
On Him whose Name--I AM--doth still enfold
Past, present, future, memory, hope and love.
No seed falls fruitless there._
Beyond your Father's care--
_The old covenant still holds fast_--no bird, no leaf can fall.