127. Whether Dead or Living, I Am Held in Thine Immortal Arms

Mother Divine, the brave may laugh while passing amidst flying bullets, though death lurk in every one. But I laugh because, whether I float on the surface of the present life, or sink beneath the waves of death, I rest on Thy protecting, omnipresent eternal life — I am held in Thine immortal arms.


128. I Beheld Thee Hiding Behind the Flowers