There Is Purpose in This Waste

There is pur­pose in this waste;

Women

as away ye haste

Precious spic­es strew the ground

Sweetness they will shed around.

What ye meant for Him

on us

He has now be­stowed

and thus

Sunny winds with frag­rant breath

Will dis­perse the scent of death.

Happy morn­ing

calm­ly bright

Never clouds shall dim your light;

Happy gar­den

kind­ly free

All the world may walk in thee.

Love is freer than the wave

Love is strong­er than the grave

Love is bright­er than the sky

Love has won the vic­to­ry.