Poem by Alice Meynell

Beyond Knowledge

 "Your sins ... shall be white as snow."

Into the rescued world newcomer,
    The newly-dead stepped up, and cried,
"O what is that, sweeter than summer
    Was to my heart before I died?
Sir (to an angel), what is yonder
    More bright than the remembered skies,
A lovelier sight, a softer splendour
    Than when the moon was wont to rise?
Surely no sinner wears such seeming
    Even the Rescued World within?"

"O the success of His redeeming!
    O child, it is a rescued sin!"

1. The October Redbreast
2. Singers to Come
3. Parentage
4. Spring on the Alban Hills
5. A Comparison in a Seaside Field

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